Monday, December 9

I have spent the morning walking around the district looking for property available to rent. By the beach road, just along from the beer shop, I found a farmhouse for rent. I couldn’t imagine what sort of farm you might put there: carrots, chickens, wheat?

I ended up at The Village where I sat talking with Hari for an hour. As I sat, I discovered that walking up and down the hilly roads, that went up or down at about 45 degrees in some places, had made my knees very unhappy indeed. I waved goodbye and left slowly.

I walked back past the surf café and saw the ducks standing like statues. When I realised that they had no intention of moving I photographed two of them.