Wednesday 12th October This morning we had a few ‘chores’ on our to-do list: clean the BBQ, clean and return the car, scrub shoes that had been bush walking, and pack out the cottage. We managed to get all of this done in record time, and even had a chat with Gary the owner of Beachcomber Lodge. He is from one of the island families with cousins all over, but was not yet born when Mum was teaching here. However, his cousins and aunts and uncles etc were all people Mum knew. We had organised for Paul, one of the staff at Beachcomber, to drop us to the museum around 10, so that we could base ourselves there and make the most of our car-less morning. Having a couple of hours without the car really reinforced what an asset it had been - the accommodation providers are happy to drop people about to and from dinner etc, but we’d had the freedom to zip in and out all over the place. No-one was in the office at the Lodge where we had rented the car from - so we left a note, the key, and $10 fo...