We were woken at 6am by a cockerel crowing and eventually rose at 7am with a few extra mosquito bites from during the night. Laura brewed a pot of tea and prepared some eggs on toast while I tried to tidy the mess I had made of unpacking.
After a walk on the beach and a chat with Sydney we took the flippers out into the lagoon for a test run, alas there were no fish to be seen in the open lagoon. So instead we launched the kayak and paddled down towards the south of the island. On our way around the the tip we saw about six large black shadows flying the water as a group of stingrays passed close by.
On arriving back at the hut we sat on the porch and tucked into a chilled mango and banana fruit salad with homemade coconut water granita and a squeeze of lime. After a game of Pass The Pigs we then treated ourselves to a bowl of cereal, a cup of tea and a “Tim Tam Slam”: take one Tim Tam, bite off two opposing corners, suck hot tea through the biscuit, consume whole Tim Tam in one sticky caramel mouthful.
Most of the day was spent relaxing on the shore or porch and I made a nice olive, ham and cheese omelette with a round of toast. Not long after, Sydney popped in with a few mullet-like fish which we fried and served simply with lime and salt.
We then sat on the beach and watched the sunset. Laura was reading An Island To Oneself, the biography of a self imposed castaway on a remote island in the Cooks – eventually it got dark and Laura headed in while I continued to try and get a night shot. Once Laura was out of the way I started work on her birthday card for the next day…
Once I was happy with my work, I headed inside to bed and to sleep, Laura joining me and continuing to read her book long after I had drifted off.
