The Marina

A stretch of the legs; off I did step along to the marina for a gander at the boats. And on the way back I stopped in at the only coffee shop in the whole place. In the half hour I sat there, not another person stopped in. It may not still be here come spring.
Back to lounge awhile, swim, read. Slightly marred by the arrival of El Presidente and his cockernee brood. The timbre and volume is bad enough; the inanity insufferable. Earphones in.
And then out to “A Table” for an eat. What an excellent meal again - and chauffeured there and back! Well, I’d done my walking earlier.