Its a short one mile or so walk from the wharf to the resort, which is absolutely inundated with millions of beaufiful butterflies. Got to the resort which as usual is surrounded by the fences and the keep out signs, which we obviously ignored.
The resort looked pretty run down, but it was easy to see what a wonderful place it had once been. I couldn't help but think of all the people who'd spent their holidays there and the fun that they must have had. All of that now stopped by the faceless money men. If they can't make a profit out of it - give it to me - I bloody well will.
Returned to the boat, saddened by the waste of it all.