If patience is a virtue, then we’ve certainly moved up a notch or two on the ladder of hope. We’ll see. Time will tell.
Yesterday, we break our journey into Split. Stop off at Makarska. Wake ourselves up. Walk the horseshoe bay. Pay a visit to St Peter’s statue. He has the best view in the house. It’s another stunning tourist hot-spot. Supposedly one of the warmest in Croatia.
When Plan A gets scuppered you always need a Plan B. So it was pointless watching this scene we woke to this morning. Why waste four solid hours feeling sorry for ourselves. At least we didn’t need to revert to Dave’s Gouda remedy during the night.
We should have expected it really. This view below, that greeted us a short way south of Split, dissipated. Only to return with a vengeance this morning.
Cooped up inside, it’s amazing how many little jobs can be found to occupy four hours. We do just that. Gain some satisfaction – at least. Not prepared to let the weather get the better of us. Then we break free. Gain ourselves a vantage point looking out across to Solta Island. The storm has moved westwards. We watch in awe and anticipation as a funnel cloud forms a finger. Bit by bit it grows. Reaches for earth. Changes it’s mind just before touchdown. Gets caught up again in the mass. Disappears. Goes in search of tornado alley.
