The morning after

The sun is peeping cautiously through the rain. The waves are still lashing Funchal and the rest of the island. The Porto Santo ferry is still stuck ( you can see her in the corner of the harbour that's in my photo from the balcony. )

My flight is due out at six this evening.
The airport opened in the early hours of last night and a few landed and took off. The forecast is for more wind and rain. Who knows?

But, as my friends have said, it's actually not so bad to be marooned on a paradise island. Although Sparkie and Cyd probably want me home.