Time away from another party

Friday - the hubbub voices of Kourtney's private view party in the background while I take five minutes away for a quick write. The brazier (oil drum) is burning, the peanuts and marshmallows disappearing, and the wine bottles emptying. The leader of the archeology school from next door came along with a Phd student Liz, to look at the work- an attempt to foster interdiscplinary relations. Ilearnt of a ruined turkish village down the road from Pafos - somehwere off the beaten tourist track to see.

It's interesting watching the dynamics of the group, and loking at how their personalitie are reflected in the work. And in the kitchen...

Snorkelling today for the first time. The only person in the water, it took some effort to get myself in without Ian to set the example; when I managed it, the water was filtered with teeming fragments of weed and sand. Visibiltiy was short, but I managed to spot a few fishes. Thrashing energetically to jkeep warm, i managed about half an hour. Tookabout an hour for the strange  cold tingling in the fingers to disappear!. Will have to be careful about that.