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All alone.

Green and blue.

Hiding behind the island.

Is that a Llama I spy.

Fiona cracks on with her sewing.

All done.

The sun sets.

Rain rain go away.

Clouds settle in the hills.

Palms try to get into the river.

He’s waiting for his lunch.

Some palms do get into the river.

Happy birthday to you. Mike that is.

More desert islands.

The morning commute.

The anchor sinks into the sand.

The chain isn’t so happy above the coral.

Just behind the reef.

Simply sensational.

Yo! Selfie.

Ruffian, &amp; her mate, ‘Altimate’.

Crocs are clearly indestructible.

Dinghy anchor, dinghy chain, dinghy safari.

We go exploring.

The underwater world.

Beautiful beaches.

Pretty palms.

Resting Ruffian.

Please stop.

It rains on Ruffian.

The sun starts to break through.

Drips.

We’re welcomed ashore.

The village is proud.

Freshly made street snacks.

Happy kids.

Runways make great walkways.

Not what you want to find by the terminal.

Properties with sea views.

The epic local sailors.