The weather is perfect. No humidity, 28 degrees, blue, blue. I get up early and look at my new hibiscus.
I then motor the 3 kms to Cape Maeda, one of the great dive er spots, places, entries, zones, you know what I mean, in Okinawa.
I am underwater at 8:00.

Tiny dancers. Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today

Inside the cave
In Plato’s fictional dialogue, Socrates begins by describing a scenario in which what people take to be real would in fact be an illusion.
Anyway, one of the tedious things about scuba diving is that you should really rinse all your stuff in fresh water post dive. Tigh na Mara is perfectly set up for this with a mosaic sink on the deck. You just dump everything in it and turn on the tap.
Yesterday I spoke of Glenfarclas. Later that day a friend gave me a bottle of Bombay Sapphire Gin. I have not had a Gin and Tonic for 2 years. I did this evening.
Another nail in the coffin.
Life involves the occasional disappointment, Bombay gin was one of mine. – I thought the gin was blue. I have got over it.