Archer

2154hrs, drinking Cosmopolitans on a terrace bar and in 24 hours more I'll be somewhere over the Atlantic on the way home.

When I went for my last drink, Archer, the barman, asked what I did for fun. I said walk my dogs, sail and sing. He said sing what, and I said not reggae, but I do know all the words to Redemption Song.

He said, so rap it. I don't rap. But we then sang it together, whilst he shook my drink in it's shaker for precussion. I'm drinking it now, and it is good.

Most of the Americans in the bar ignored us, engrossed in a football game. But an elderly couple at the other end of the bar did give us a round of applause. 

I've grown quite fond of Jamaica. I shall come back one day.

The photo was yesterday's sunset. The only photo I have of today is of Nikki, but she refused to smile as she saw the camera coming. 

She's been smiling pretty much most of the last ten days though. We were thirty years married on 6th Jan, I count myself a lucky man.