Clare is never one to miss an opportunity for a nap. She sat out one of the dives in Sodwana early one morning (she’s not a morning person and besides we’d had some hectic days prior to that). It was overcast but there was a glare from the sand, sea and clouds, and there was a slight breeze that made the air a little cold.
When we returned to the gazebo we found a jumbled pile of clothing, towels, sarongs, hats and neoprene. Somewhere under there was Clare, looking like a hobo and just waking from a nice little sleep.
