OUT AND ABOUTJUST BEFORE DAWN!-----

At the moment I have a horribly swollen ankle, and in order to keep our morning walk going we are having to adapt. Adapting means re-routing to the studio instead of the coffee shop, and rising in the very early hours so that I can sneak along, limping in my summer FLIPFLOPS!! This said, and apart from the pain factor it has been an experience not to be missed.
            As we leave, Cikko's house light is the only one to be seen, and outside the street lights reflect in the black water.As we reach the studio the big old palms stand outside like giant sentinels solitary and majestic.Inside, enjoying a welcome hot coffee we relax into the all pervading stillness. What a sense of peace, silence, mystery! Outside, across the old street  the even  older farmhouse (now a garage) basks in a soft orange glow, the palms are  rustling gently, and a faint tremor of early birdsong is just audible.---- For me  a magical setting!
Time to leave!---Off we go, and I'm still hoping that the flipflops will not be observed. Why do I have to be so horribly self-conscious, who on earth would be even faintly interested at this time in the morning!?  

The sky is beginning to lighten now as we walk along by the sea. The ducks are  waiting for their breakfast, and-yes- there is Cikko strolling towards them. We greet him and I use this opportunity to catch him on camera. I think he is pleased to humour me! As we approach the flat, the sky is turning a faint rosy pink. and there is the sun peeping round from behind the old  silhouetted watchtower.

                                                                            

As we climb the stairs we hear the cockerel crowing out there in Marius' back garden. Dawn has crept  up on us almost imperceptibly, and a new day has begun!  

'A dreamer is one who can only find his way by  moonlight and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of  the world'.----Oscar Wilde.