The sea is choppy, the whales have moved on. And summer burst through the open back doors with hot and stinky humid day one weather. Tradesmen and neighbours out of hiding. The old lady, unseen for days and I was just beginning to worry, out on her deck with a hammering, sweeping handyman. A bunch of shirtless young guys the other side, with unsociably loud music and foul mouths, varnishing long planks of timber.
Christmas preparations in the air. Game on!