Hard to ignore the beach . . .

Well, Twin Cove beach simply just has that pull . . .

Gotta be there early morning, and the only creatures around are the herons, and today, a turtle keeping pace with us in the water as we strolled along the sand. Bliss.

Not too many place you can go, and be the only one to leave your footprints in the sand.

Same old, same old . . .

It may seem a little trite, but having visited Eluthera now for the past four years, the routine has become, well, almost routine.

The first few days seem always to be a de-stress period. Just simply slowing down to the pace of life here. So very different from 'back home', where this time of year we're waiting for the next snow fall, the next storm, the next 'digging out' in order to get to the grocery store . . . 

Not that the island doesn't have its own challenges. Hurricanes to occur, and if the supply boat misses its schedule, shelves in the grocery stores empty out pretty quickly.

But for the most part, life jogs along at a very comfortable pace.

And so, were we surprised to see a regular visitor at our door? No, not really. These little critters know when someone is home, and have 'begging' to be fed down to a fine art. Impossible to ignore.

And then of course, there are the beaches, and sea, sea, sea. Wherever you look, the Caribbean or Atlantic aren't far away.

So, today, we took a leisurely pook down to Twin Cove Beach, on the Atlantic side, and darn it all, not a soul to be seen.

 

      Except your own footprints, which disappear with the tide . . .

Why Twin Coves? Well, there are two bays that rest back to back. The road in is a little bit of a rough ride, but well worth the trip. The next visit will involve a picnic, swim gear, and snorkel. Tomorrow . . .

Back to Eleuthera!

 Goodbye all this for awhile

It’s good to be back! Away from snow and sleet . . . a long travel day, up at 4am, finally arrived at 6.pm. Well worth the effort.

Now, down to the serious business of relaxing in our home away from home, 'Tops', Govenors Harbour.

As usual, the hustle and bustle of downtown is hard to take. But, we get used to it.

A morning coffee stop to soothe the frayed nerves . . .

. . . and there’s always the Caribbean to calm the soul. 

Meanwhile, back at 'Tops', time to re-acquaint with old friends . . .

. . . and new

An evening visitor yesterday, a white crowned pigeon. A large bird, indigenous to the Abacos. Unfortunately, this pigeon is no longer as prolific as it once was, and is now IUCN-listed ‘near-threatened’. Hunting is one reason. Habitat loss is another. Sound familiar?