Standing at the jetty. A hundred black skimmers, barely above the surface, making the morning flight out the channel. Northern gannets circling way out in the distance; bodies and wings just flashing white. Wingtips black. The skimmers will fly along the surface, snagging their food. The gannets circle high and dive like arrows fired from the sky for theirs.
Engaging, but we’ve been here for months. Time to move. We need some work done on the internet dish, and that takes a specialist. The dish will still go up and down and point at the satellite for the internet, but it is also supposed to send down television signals. The television signals have ceased. We can watch TV on the Park cable, but that’s so primitive. No DVR. Can’t even pause it.
We’re headed for
Tomorrow, travel day.