Always a little unpredictable this time of year, we've actually hit it just right.
Our balcony, from where we view our world every morning . . .
. . .overlooking the harbour. It doesn't matter what day it is, there are always yachts, some of them pretty impressive.
The other really, really pleasing thing is that wherever you look, there's colour. Such a contract to the grey and white of wintertime back home.
Our local ferry service, and the Donnie VII that calls on the island throughout the day, connecting us with Marsh Harbour. Not the kind of ferry we have in Canada, or UK for that matter.
Streets in the village, or beaches . . . almost deserted. It's going to be a grand adjustment, adjusting to the usual traffic mess back home.
This last image above, the street that runs up beside our house!
No matter where you walk, because spring is here and there has been sufficient rain to encourage it, flowers bloom.
Back to our balcony, and evening comes. The sun sinks in the west, setting the harbour asparkle with bouncing diamonds.
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