Mid August

8.15am. Our guests breakfasted at 6 leaving for the airport in good time for the 10 minute journey and their flight to Dublin. As they said in their very king comments in our guest book. So easy for the airport and not under the flight path. We are so lucky on that one. Beds are changed and all would be bliss if it were not for the shower having inexplicably no cold feed.

Such are the travails of an old house. Where exactly does the cold water come from? Those in the know are long dead and those left are opening bath panels and pulling up floor boards. We have two days to get sorted before our next guests. Rather more time than when on an old boat chartering in the Caribbean. David sent me off snorkelling with the guests while he attempted to repair the 'black water' (no prizes for guessing what that is!) pump. A diaphragm affair that had come adrift from its mountings and a rather crucial ingredient of what is known on a boat as the 'heads'. He spent 2 hours upside down in the bilges while we meandered about on a reef watching brilliantly coulered small fish. A magic row of cuttle fish which reminded me of 'little maids all in a row'. On our return for tea and cake at 4pm all was working. He is a wonderful man and very good at cobbling things together with what we have. Easier here as we can at least go shopping for bits and pieces rather more easily.