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 . . .