Elbow Cay is a long, skinny spit of land, set, like all of the Bahamas in the Atlantic Ocean. That was a surprise to me, I'd always thought it was the Caribbean. But no, the Atlantic.
Wihch would in a way explain the topography of the water surrounding us.
There is the Sea of Abaco side, relatively calm and shallow, mostly a sandy bottom with large expanses of coral, all easily viewed from over the side of a boat. One of the best diving spots in the world.
The Atlantic side is a completely different kettle of fish. Always a swell, sometimes really rough, breakers rolling in constantly, and reefs out from shore as far as you can see. Not ideal for boating, and many a vessel has come to grief.
But beaches . . . miles of them, great for walking, for a pedicure, or simply finding a spot out of the wind to contemplate life. Where else in the world can you do this . . .
If you happen to be a wind surfer, like our neighbour and owner of the house we're renting, there's no chance of a collision. He has the surf all to himself.
I'm guessing this is the kind of sport a certain nephew of ours would revel in . . . .
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