I first met Uncle earlier this year at the cherry-blossom-viewing party on Shiraishi Island. He seemed kind of young to be an uncle, but his beard made him look a little older. Uncle was passed out under the cherry trees.
I didn't see him again until Sea Day, or Marine Day as it is sometimes called, when he came to the beach on Shiraishi Island. He came on the car ferry in his car stuffed with accouterments for the long weekend: a parasol, a small child's swimming pool and a portable bed. All of this was set up next to the Moooo! Bar.
The swimming pool was filled with fresh water and Uncle was soon lying in it under his parasol on the beach, enjoying the view of the sea. "Now this is retirement!" you could almost hear him say, his expression one of contentment.