I realise I run the risk of sounding pretentious but at the moment I am sitting in front of a pool in a garden of frangipani tres, palms, bougainvillea, hibiscus, chirping flittering birds, chattering people ... reflecting on how being out of one's usual ambience opens up the senses to other seemingly insignifiicant things. The crazy paving around the pool ressembles an abstract painting
and a bloom landing unexpectedly on the chaise longue, blown down by the tropical evening breeze, looks exactly like a bird. Tall stories evoking raucous responses waft over from the other side of the pool. A young boy appears at the pool with goggles and dad in floral boardshorts who dips his toes and smiles.