a sort of pigeon cam

Well, it's back to the City again, suitably refreshed after a few days away.

I even received a comment about the white bit where I'd been wearing my watch in the sunshine. Yes, I'm still wearing the watch, so someone must have been fairly observant to notice the strange white band on my wrist.

By this Tuesday evening I'm starting to feel rather tired, but I suppose that's an effect of skipping a night on the way back. But at least I'm up to date with some recent movies.

statutory feet in the water picture

Strange to think I can be leaving this Bermudan land of sunshine and sea in middle evening, yet be back in London in time for the Monday morning conference calls.

Probably best to keep it a secret.

the right stuff

It's quite difficult to send posts from this land of the palm tree, coconut and stripy fish.

There is some wifi signal, but it fades in and out.

I suppose that is really a good thing, because its helping me concentrate on the other aspects of being here.

by the light of a magical moon

Tonight it's time for dinner on the beach.

Best to add in a pleasant sunset.

And maybe then watch the waves by the light of the moon.

moving further west

Today we had to say goodbye to the three hundred year old house we've been staying in and had to 'up sticks' further west across the island. We've been in a location with wonderful views both across the island and towards the Atlantic, so wondered what we'd find at the new spot.

Nothing to worry about.

We're now in a little cottage which has its own secret bay around the back and a marina at the front. Gorgeous views all around and only a three minute walk to the beach.

I can handle that for a few more days.

knowing pink means towards centre and blue means away

Travelling around the island is never dull. There's no hire cars for foreigners and most people use the diverse public transport options.

It's quite varied, from the little boat that can pick us up at the end of the golf course, to the super speedy catamaran that crosses from one side of the island to the other in about 20 minutes.

We've used all permutations, as well as the frequent buses, with their pink pole and blue pole bus stops (pink is towards the centre and blue is away).

Catch one mid-afternoon and see it progressively fill with lively school children in neat uniforms from the various schools, heading back to Hamilton, the capital.

Or pause in the same city, to watch the intriguingly futuristic police go by.

*shows busy status on outlook*

Anyone reading this blog over the last few days may think it was all about spending time sitting on beaches in the sunshine.

I'll have to upload some of the other pictures. In the meantime. Here's the current busy view.

rum swizzle

We've figured out the ways to get around now, using a fair amount of boats to get from place to place.

I'm not complaining, the slow pace seems just right for a few days away from work. I noticed when I eventually let the mac onto the wifi it started to download 800 emails.

Instead of attempting to read them, I'll follow Mark Twain's advice and regard here as the right place for a jaded man to simply 'loaf'.

a few days in a straw hat

We had hardly arrived when we were invited to a bit of a party by the pool. Actually the party was in full swing and we had to change gear from just off plane to sociable in a few moments.

Ice cold beer and food accompanied the hospitality, even if this early evening felt like some time after one o' clock in the morning.

By next day, things had readjusted, although at breakfast there were already sounds from a bicycle race passing the balcony, followed shortly afterwards by a half marathon. And did we know there was an all day festival in the town?

We decided to have a look. After all, it was celebrating the official start of Summer in this part of the world.

Only one thing for it.

Beach.

hey there, jet airliner

Bags packed. Ready to go. Standing here outside the door.

Heading for the other London Airport.

And just enough time to hit the lounge.

no cycling for a week

The sign says it. No cycling.

Not for me this week anyway, and only a few miles last week. Instead I was running around and being in meetings.

I'm not complaining, though, because I'll be going somewhere nice.

what colour ties can political presenters wear?

Now I'm puzzling about the television presenters' ties as fallout from the recent election coverage. There's been a general trend towards male presenters having purple ties during election coverage, so that it is neither red (Labour) nor blue (Conservative). Green is its own statement and orange and yellow (Liberal Democrat) are quite difficult to pull off. Only the quirky and high-end presenters seem to get to wear Jackson Pollock splattery-styled ties.

So purple became de rigueur during election coverage, until that extra party appeared and has taken the colour for its own logo and backgrounds.

Yesterday I saw one of the pundits wearing a kind of pink and black and white striped number.

This could all go a bit weird.