Oh, the end of summer. The light has a smile and the water is a sapphire blue. The days where I can be lazy are nearly over.
Try as hard as you can, summer will have its flies. Before I came to the baths I was sitting in the lounge room watching TV, just me, on my own and a fly, just one, on his own. Amazing how in such a large room we kept bumping into one another.
I finally killed him and then felt alone so I’ve come for a walk along the edge of the bay.
The really devoted swimmers do not want to waste anything as precious as the final summer sunshine so they spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air by the edge of the bay.
I think that like with bees where we have beekeepers we need flykeepers who would make a summer’s day at the beach more comfortable.
I have killed the last of the summer flies and so now you can all get some peace.