Of course, if people who have read my blog before know, when Lizzy is on holiday, it means late nights in a pub somewhere, and sleeping till eleven in the morning. I have long since learned not to try and desturb my friend, as she became one ball of venom if roused before she was ready to get upright! Once she had her first coffee, slumped over a table, and a cigarette, then a second cup, and a cigarette, she would get up and slowly proceed to the bathroom, where she would stay, apparently having a bath, for about half an hour. Then another coffee and a ciggy, after which she would go and dress, and one dirty look from a very iiritated me, and she would fire up and usually shout 'DO NOT HARASS ME!!!' So I have learned to get up, as I was an early riser, pack myself a breakfast and a flask with coffee, and take to the roads, or the hills, or the beach, coming back at one, when I knew she would be up and ready to go anywhere I wanted to see.
On Seil there wasn't much in the line of places to walk to, as it is a very small island, so I took my sketch book and pencil, and di a few drawings, which I would later use as references for some paintings.
All too soon we had to go back, as I had to get my flight home.
At the hotel things did not look too good, but Tony had managed to get Tommy, a local man who used to be a cook in the army to do the kitchen, but I don't think they were ready to be on their own yet. Tony was not quite at ease in the bar, and as Jo was still going up to their apartment at between five and six every day, poor Tony was put under a lot of stress! I helped a bit before it was time for me to go, and I promised to come back the next year to help out.