From time to time I think about my new project Gloomsbury and am excited about the v.v.distinguished actors who have expressed interest. (No, not telling who! Secret - for the time being.)
Most of the time I stare into the casuarina tree and listen to the crashing surf.
Before coming to St Kitts we visited Montserrat - we flew there from Antigua in a v.v.tiny plane - I had seen bigger ones in Hamley's. Montserrat's volcano was still smouldering away, but one hopes it will quieten down now. The habitable northern bit of Montserrat is one of the most delightful, beautiful, dark, shady, adorable places I have ever visited. The local feral mammal is the Agouti, blessed with a large bum and thin extremities - so of course I identified with it. Here in St Kitts we have monkeys, which sounds delightful but, like Homo Sapiens, they are a source of destruction and damage, ripping ripe mangos off the trees, taking one bite and then chucking the rest on the floor.
I have no idea what is going on in England, which I suppose is the point of holidays, but I do hope it is still there.
