I am here on a private Mediterranean island with a Portmerion feel about it: mini mokes, can’t get off island, tea shoppes. I haven’t seen any large white balloons yet but I’m expecting one to blow across the beach at any moment.

I bought my guitar and my hat, I’m thinking about going busking in the little port for beer money, I’ll make a ton of money, everyone is stinking rich. Mike Rutherford (is that his name, guy from Genesis) is in the same hotel as me, Maybe he could make a guest appearance in my busking set. I need the cash too, no cash machine on island so I have to charge everything to my credit card or hotel room (most of the restaurants seem to accept Hotel Le Delos room 26 as a better alternative to visa).

They even have internet, though it doesn’t work very well. Incredible.

I came here 30 years ago, it’s changed a lot.

Summer has arrived at last, looking to high 30s Celsius temperatures in the next few days.

The country music festival has come around again for about the 15th time, with the good weather a fantastic turnout is expected at the weekend. Most people seem to come to see the stars of the old Dallas show, not many people are so interested in the music. A shame as there are some good acts appearing. Details on http://www.country-musique.com

Talking of America, I have a friend who is selling his house in Key West, absolutely fantastic place built in 1884 by a son of Florida’s first millionaire. Lush tropical gardens and pool. The original servants quarters and carriage houses now serve as three guest bedrooms. bla bla bla. Click here if you are interested and want more details.