There are worse ways to end a contract that on a beach, with a birthday party.
I ended up heading to the island early today, as I was supposed to have a meet n’greet style wrap up session in case people needed help with their cameras. However, no one came to find me during the allotted time (which was – honestly – quite expected, and I was just as happy to spend a half an hour sitting in the sunshine waiting to see if anyone did come), and once that time slot was over the rest of the day was my own.
Amras joined me some time later, as he had to wait for open tender (surprisingly, the band was not playing the island, which is something they are normally required to do, but are not going to resist if they are suddenly not doing it) – as did at least one other band member, who happened tob e celebrating a birthday that day. Beach birthday party! Most excellent.
On a total whim I had wandered into the shops earlier looking for a beach blanket (which I did not find) and ended up walking out with a Frisbee. Now, I have never thrown a Frisbee before in my life as much as I can recall, so this was a complete impulse, because it seemed like that kind of day. So I had that tucked next to me when I was lying reading my book.
OH, I bought a Frisbee,
Oh? That could be fun
You wanna play?
Sure.
Which is how I found myself flailing through the water chasing a small disc of crazily bright pink plastic, which normally managed to spin directly through my hands instead of into them. It was quickly established that I could throw or catch, but not both in the same volley (the longest volley we ever had was four throws, world champion Frisbee throwers we are not!). It was one of those day where you wihs you had a camera – or rather someone to hold the camera for you – but you also know that no camera no matter how good it is, or even how good the photographer, will be able to truly capture those moments. Cameras don’t capture laughter, or the taste of salt water, or the feeling of the sun on the back of your neck.
Sometimes the best camera is your memory…and the soft colours it provides us with.
So yes, there are worse ways to end a contract.