It's a stupidly beautiful day -- cloudless sky, sea calm as a mill pond -- and our last one here. "I could stay here for a month" says J as we drink our tea on the deck and stare out across the bay. He's wearing a red beanie, a brown t-shirt with a turquoise peace sign on it. His face has relaxed since he's been here, smoothing out the tiny lines around his eyes. He's a happy boy. He's Mario Testino with his three cameras and his video equipment. He whips them out over lunch, snapping our every bite, driving N crazy. He has finally started to relax.
We have laughed for an entire weekend and now DWS is off to the airport and back to rainy England. What a lovely treat to spend a sunny weekend with a good old friend, messing about in boats. Sunday was waterskiing day, punctuated with a lunch of mussels and karbonadekaker at Bla Brygge in Hvasser and everyone, including Dom, skiied or boarded. The girls ran around in their bikinis and wetsuits like California surf girls and Noony took my breath away with his leaping across the wake catching yards of air.
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