The catamaran, called the Flying Cat, leaves the harbour
It's the event of our morning if we have gone down to the harbour for shopping and coffee. From our favourite cafe, the T-Cafe, we watch while the cat comes in and observe who embarks and disembarks.
All the little water taxis have to move out into the bay to make room for the catamaran to dock.
Once upon a time we would be expecting summer visitors and be on the quay ourselves waiting for the appearance of family heads at the top of the gangplank. Not last summer and not this summer either.