The Purple Penguin

So the bits and pieces we may have missed out. First, the drive yesterday through the Laurel forest was a bit scary. It was the first time we’d been up there without any cloud – glorious day, bright sunshine and no clouds at all, not even a bit of mist. But that meant on some of the turns the road simply disappeared in the contrast between bright sun and shade under the trees. And by disappear I mean you couldn’t see anything, not even the car in front – or just the bare moving shadow of a car in front. And this was usually right at a twist in the road. So we were moving very slowly and carefully – though there were only about three places where the light difference was that bad it was scary enough that there was a queue of cars all creeping along!

Joe says they could save money on signs if they just mark the straight bits. Would only need a couple of signs then.

So we’ve not seen much in the ways of mammels – just dogs, cats and goats. The cats are usually semi-feral. And not as many birds as we’d hoped. We definitely heard Bolle’s pigeons in the forest, but only caught glimpses of movement and birds flying off. We’ve seen a lot of kestrals and gulls, but no confirmed shearwaters. Canary Chiffchaffs and canaries, greenfinches, and nothing else that we can defnitely identify. So it goes.

Today is a rest day by the pool. With champagne for breakfast. Though Joe had pancakes, fried egg, streaky bacon, and mushrooms and called it a Canadian breakfast. With no maple syrup at all, not even the palm honey they have here. I say it can’t be Canadian without sweet tree sap (though Joe did point out palms aren’t trees, even though they are palm trees).