Sunday, January 12

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Lighthouse Beach, 17:10


Any idea that we might have long relaxing days in the sun has long since disappeared. We both spent the morning working on aspects of the projects we have started.

In the late afternoon we take the rickshaw to Temple Place and walk along to see Christine in The Village. We then walk down to the beach and walk along the sand from the centre to the end where the lighthouse stands. We have dressed for this, and let our clothes get wet as we walk. I take some photographs.

We will walk back to Leo and sit with lemon ginger soda looking out at the people walking past and thinking about Auo who, in a parallel universe, sits next to us complaining or giggling or making observations, aged eighteen years, four months and twelve days.

She liked sitting at Leo, watching.