Keeping cool

Aiming to start as I mean to go on, I took myself off for a walk along the beach (well, the pavement) before breakfast, instead of sitting straight down at the computer (no luck with dragging HH along, though). So it was quite late by the time I settled down to the translation I have to deliver tomorrow and it didn't leave much time for beer and skittles. Hurricane Maria (our twice-a-week daily) was in good form, filling me in on all the misdeeds of the young lady we allowed to stay while we were away, and the friends she invited in. Won’t make that mistake again.

I was intrigued by the perforated hose pipe, presumably laid out to cool the sand so beach goers can make their way straight to where they can hire chairs and sunshades. Good marketing.