The wild social whirl of the island. Never a dull moment... We had a visit from the police this lunchtime. Yes, you all suspected it, didn't you. He's not really a dull sf/fantasy author cum self-sufficiency nutter. He's really a power mad cultist from Borneo/a power mad scientist from North Korea set on word domination/selling dangerous hallucigens/all of the above. Well, you're out of luck. He merely came to talk about going for a dive (and probably to check on the fusion reactor I'm building, to help with my power madness... nhaa haa ha... evil cackle). Anyway, we did what good country coppers do, talked about fish, and boats and diving and guns, for the purpose of shooting wallaby. I may have a lead on someone who can put scope grooves into my old Lithgow. Then a little later we cut some wood, and stoked up the fire and went off to the meet the doctor and family party. I think he'll do fine, and his wife and kids are sweeties. They're keen on the outdoor life, and fishing and diving, and we're glad to have them.

James has just been charging his mobile on the camera jack, which did not work too well for either, so tomorrow I must see if I can get it to transfer pictures.