Strong onshore wind is howling (literally) around the ramparts of the hotel. It would make a good soundtrack for a horror movie.
I have to dig in my toenails, of course. Otherwise I’d end up in god-knows-where.
To make matters worse, I’ve picked a cold – trust me. I couldn’t have picked up a treasure that blew ashore, just a cold.
The sore throat has gone, and the cough isn’t as bad as some I’ve heard, but runny nose and light-headed sensation.
I’m sticking close to my room, and eating at the resttaurant just down the beach. Good food, and reasonable – for Ambergris (which is expensive any place else.)
Should get the manuscript wrapped up today.