(They took the Christmas tree down this morning.)
And here now is the view from our room at dusk:
Quite nice. The Club serves only evening hors d'oeuvres and snacks, so we ordered in dinner. Leave it to John to order something fruity to drink; I opted for a vanilla shake. Oh, but someone must have tipped off the staff that we like hydrangeas!
Not fooling anyone, Jim. |
Woke to this:
And decided to go on a post-breakfast walk. Got down to the beach . . .
Sat on some rocks . . .
(Yes, Jim was there, too.)
View from a wooden bridge:
If we look untidy, well, it's because she keeps stuffing us in her bag. Bigger than the old bag but she carries a lot of stuff around.
Return trip:
And now we're back in the room. I expected housekeeping to come by while we were out, but they have not, so we anticipate a forthcoming interruption. In the meantime, She's writing and we're enjoying the view.
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