The doing of nothing

We had one activity planned for today but that came to naught when the boat wouldn’t start.

So we have sat, and swum, and eaten (too much), and kayaked. In one sense its idyllic; but, truth be told, its sent me a bit stir-crazy. I am not made for complete inactivity. I will clearly never reach Bhuddha-like enlightenment: six years of meditation? I can barely manage a day with slow internet.