Had a lovely day off yesterday. Had to abandon my sightseeing plans after a spa session that left me rubbery-legged and deliciously snoozy. Sat in the sun instead, with a book. Hotel people seem to think I am a little odd. But the young barman did his darned best to chat me up, until he realised that a teetotaller was unlikely to improve his takings much. So he transferred his attentions to the two girls from Calgary, who had arrived in dangerous form after falling out with their boyfriends. I was then involved in the speculations between him and the restaurant manager, in the role of Senior Female. It was all quite fun.

Did my bestest to get a small change in skin pigmentation yesterday. Batman and I recently had a lovely weekend in Bath, and when I was muttering I’d caught the sun, he said, “Good! It’s been like hanging out with Emily Brontë!” I think he was a leetle tired of all the Jane Austen business. I, of course, was in raptures.

Speaking of which, as part of my nice day off, I got my camera out again. I’ve missed this.

Here, don’t be getting too excited, now, but I think I’ve finally worked out how to get photos onto this here blog. For those who remember the previous intarnation, I bet you wish I hadn’t.

For your general edification, one iceberg:

A man was telling me that his Brorn-Law makes a cocktail, called 12-12,000. Twelve-year-old whisk(e)y, 12,000-year-old ice – ice washes in to the shore as the icebergs disperse, and is collected for later use. Even braver (?) persons go out to the icebergs and break off chunks.

Photo numero deux: one whale. It did the fancy thing and lifted its tail out of the water, just at the precise moment when my camera decided it had had enough of taking 47,000 photos of the same thing, whilst enveloped in a dank, salty mist. So no photos of the tail. Bah. But it is puffing out of its blowhole, and you won’t read that in many Family Blogs.

And if that wasn’t enough, I thought you might like a Cheap Thrill. Here it is. One freshly-trussed Blade, wrapped up in four layers of clothes and a leaky survival suit. Foxy, no? (Like the Ninja mask? You’d never know it was me?) Please note: One is never dressed without one’s handbag, even when preparing for a trip on the High Seas. Keira Pirate Knightley woman could learn a lot from me.