Lawdy, lawdy, lawdy.
All go here and lots of change. David has left us as manager - thanks David for last year. And Zoe and Anthea are in the driving seat. Supported by a wonderful team of staff, dear old Kimmel who is keeping on keeping on and a cat who we have called Gringo. He appeared first night we were in residence, caterwauled his way into our hearts and is now firmly in situ. He is very dear and spectacularly ugly (startling blue eyes a saving grace); he clearly, judging by loss of half an ear, led a gangsta life before he retired to our verandah.
We're about to begin a gentle facelift - the sort that the best kind of most expensive surgeon might deliver in London or New York: you can tell their subject looks a little less tired but you aren't sure why? Nothing drastic, just a touch. Lots of enquiries coming in so don't leave it too late for August, the long October mid term or December ... Christmas is mostly gone now.
Sand Island is the same old Glorious, the turtles are nesting and Gringo has just had his third breakfast.
Life is good.