Tortuga

Very early this morning I stride forth with Satoru-san, world-famous photographer, who is staying in the house. We go to check if the boat is OK. We hit the beach. Leading from the sea to my boat are the unmistakable tracks of the mighty turtle. She has hauled herself up to the boat, scrabbled around for a while and then hauled back to the sea. All this not long before we arrived.

Anytime you see a turtle up on top of a fence post, you know he had some help.

Anytime you see a turtle up on top of a fence post, you know he had some help.

There are two possible explanations.  One, the turtle social media is abuzz with the news of a beautiful French flag boat that you have to see. Two, I  have placed my boat on a time-immemorable hatching site for turtles and unable to lay she returns to the sea, marking the end of turtle habitation around here. I obviously opt for the latter.

Guilt

Guilt

After work people come to the steps to swim and watch the sunset.

Swim

Swim

The water is warm and full of squid.

Watch sunset

Watch sunset

Catch squid

Catch squid

I hope the turtle is OK.

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