Crossed a line this week and found myself sitting amongst the rocks with Cibyl and Sammy looking for a special kind of shellfish called a Caracol. The secretion when wiped on your hair makes it go purple. We felt happy with the result which you can see here, but I do smell a bit fishy, and Jon is not certain about it. Sammy piped "You will be, like, the crazy old lady on that cruise!" Like, I think she is right, but why stop there? I am now looking at hair braids, ankle bands, woven pantaloons. I need to look like a proper traveller when I get to Auckland. The family will be expecting me to look the part won't they?
Marilyn it sounds like you're having a wonderful time! A little bit of news form this end of the world, Bertie has decided to leave SUSU's bosom and venture off to be a chalet maid (or something like that) in the french alps. Paula
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