I hope that sea is calm.

He's gone. That nice man from down south called Wilman. Gone off to the mainland to see his son playing badminton and everything. What's that all about then? It's called love.

Mr Wilman was a little concerned about the state of the sea before he left but there was hardly a ripple. Not a breath of wind and the sun was still shining too. Must have had a sleep on the ferry I should think - or watched the dolphins, sang to the whales perhaps. Wish he could have stayed longer - we had a such a lovely time.