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Kathy got up and used a stick to herd the cows, mostly out the front gate, but some of them dispersed into the woods and found their secret path back out of the yard. Turns out, the cows here are pretty cunning, as Dennis warned us. But it rained most of the day, so we sat on the porch and recuperated. Although there is no TV or radio, there is a nice stereo system in the Pink House and some pretty cool instrumental CDs. We did not notice until later that the rainstorm knocked out the phones.
Around noon, Ricky Flax, the local hardware man, arrived in his pickup truck to deliver a propane tank for the grill. It was nice to see another two-legged creature for a change. It seems most everybody on the island is named Flax.
The guy at Cable & Wireless is Ray Flax, and both the schools on the island are named after Flaxes.
Overall, it was a pretty relaxing day again. In between rainstorms, a seaplane buzzed the Pink House, and we saw big turtles in the sound and sail boats beyond the reef. Naturally, the trade winds continued to lull us into frequent nappies on the hammock.