Monday 30/05/05

So, on Saturday the undercarriage of the mailplane collapsed as it landed at the local airport. Got drawn into an all day social natter at mrs B's kitchentable. The kitchen table is incidentally the focal point of island life. Turned slightly sour when one gent alleged I knew nothing of island culture. He has never spoken to me before at all, so that was not very nice. At half past midnight, went on a walk to Goat Island and heard a corncrake!