malta beckons

Post-Oestral descent should be sweet. Hope the winds are good.

 

Um el Faroud again, a must. And the Maori. This time with camera, and maybe that neon-blue nudibranch will still be there, waiting; maybe my memory will give birth to it, slime-flesh and frills, on the rusty hulk.

 

And to dig with my fingers in the underwater sand, drawing the combers and wee fishies to the disturbance, eager for scraps. That would be nice, too.

 

"Come on, Alex, you can do it!" - The Arcade Fire