A little bit of magic ...

With Hazel's holiday fast coming to an end today we decided to take her to St George's as she had not been before.  We had a bit of a forlorn hope of possibly seeing one of the resident turtles but looking back when we had seen one before it was much later in the year - still it would be a lovely trip whatever.

It was a glorious hot day and Hazel fell in love with the tiny little harbour and the jolly coloured boats.  As we walked slowly along the quayside John was keeping his eye on some people snorkeling who appeared to indicate that they were swimming with something special.  They were, they were swimming with a turtle although, as we were soon to find out, not one of the huge ones we had seen there before - this was considerably smaller and with quite a bit of air movement making the water choppy rather more difficult to spot.  We did spot it, all three of us saw it swim under one of the boats and out towards deeper water.  Hazel was absolutely chuffed.

We stopped to have a frappe at the little beach cafe before taking a walk across the road to take a closer look at the beach and the actual island.  It was lovely and the sea was an amazing colour.  It had been a good choice and Hazel enjoyed every minute.  

Before we left we stopped up on the top and took a picture of the whole horseshoe bay.  Next time Hazel comes we will go to the taverna and have some fresh fish.  This has always been a favourite spot of my sisters.  When her husband Richard was alive they used to come here and eat fish.  She still comes when she is over but sadly without Richard.

We had arranged to meet up with Gail and Pete for an early evening meal.  Gail was returning from the UK so Pete planned to call into the Stone Lion on their way back from the airport.  I thought that was rather brave but Gail pitched up looking fresh as a daisy - I would have looked like the wreck of the Hesperus.  Hazel had not been here - they were fully booked for the evening so it was good that we got there early and we had a really lovely meal and couple of hours with Gail and Pete.

We drove cross country back from Goudi.  There was the most spectacular sky - it had been a lovely day and one which Hazel had particularly enjoyed.  Tomorrow she goes home.  Her week had absolutely flown by.