I stayed in bed all day not feeling well at all and read two books whilst Ant disappeared to the beach and had his best surf yet – typical.
I dragged myself into the shower at tea time and we wandered into the town as we had been invited to George and Ruby’s Twilight Bazaar; which turned out to be a kind of mini shopfront-boot sale with a stall selling hippie crystals and books about how to achieve an out-of-body experience. We moved on.
We found a small BYO cafe/restaurant over the road with a blind and deaf chef and had a wonderful meal. After pondering for a while, we asked the owner (the Chef’s father) how his son knew when Ant’s steak went from rare to medium and were told he does it all by his sense of smell. Pretty impressive really.
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