Well, my holiday was nice. Just relaxing. We walked along the beach for hours and threw sand at each other and he chased me with jellyfish and I ran into the waves just as the sun was setting on them. I wanted my camera badly because the sun was setting into the mist over the hills, and the contrast between the murky hills, the dusky mist and the vibrant rose and crimson of the sunset was lovely. Divine. We took the canoe far, far away up river, battling the smooth water with the hidden current way below the surface. We thought it was bad to start with - how naive we were. Coming back we hit the incoming tide at the river mouth, the current of the river, and the wind. The canoe felt very small when prviously it had felt very spacious. We got caught in a rip and swept way out into the trecherous water of the west coast. I'm terribly glad that I'm a good swimmer. Also that I had a life jacket. I sat and panicked while Connie shouted at me to do something. I let her save us. xD When I got home he was the first to ring me, and I could hear the jealousy in his voice as I told him about my holiday, about my walk. About getting drunk by the bonfire and being carried home at some point in the early morning. Guilt is a wonderful thing. So are white lies. And jealousy.