Thar she blows…

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.

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One thought on “Thar she blows…

  1. Gerry, I enjoy reading your blog. Please keep them coming. Is the manuscript you’re working on a rewrite of the Irish boys?

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