Shell

Rain during the night was too heavy to get much sleep as it was splashing onto me even through the closed shutters. I shuffled around the bed looking for the least damp patches.

An incredibly relaxed day of going across to Manda Island and lounging at a couple of beachside bars with pizza and mocktails. Horizontal position maintained for much of the day except when trudging on the sand between bars. A tough existence.

I will spare blip audiences the sight of the headless hawksbill turtle or second lifeless turtle Gugs and I found washed up on Shela beach, and instead use this tortoise picture I got at one of the hotels. I also will not attempt any puns centring around Shela / tortoiseshell. Too hammy.