Meanwhile, down on the beach. While some struggle to master the intricacies of snorkeling, others chuckle . . .
. . . and a local resident basks in the sun
Downtown Hope Town, a couple of itinerants. . . .
. . . and grossly overcrowded beaches.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
22 Feb 09 . . . another Elbow Cay day
Meanwhile, down on the beach. While some struggle to master the intricacies of snorkeling, others chuckle . . .
. . . and a local resident basks in the sun
Downtown Hope Town, a couple of itinerants. . . .
. . . and grossly overcrowded beaches.
Monday, February 23, 2009
21 Feb 09 . . .a visit to Parrot Cay
Today we visit Warren and Annabelle at their hideaway on Parrot Cay. A mere 10 minutes away from Elbow Cay, their hilltop eyrie provides everything you could want. Quiet, seclusion, stunning views, sun and shade, and all the comforts of home.
local dolphin family passing by . . .
The front patio for evening dining . . .
Mar and Annabelle working hard in the kitchen . . .
Brothers Brander, the real workers preparing lunch . . .
a local Bananaquit taking advantage of our hospitality
Oh! Mamma Mia!!!
local dolphin family passing by . . .
The front patio for evening dining . . .
Mar and Annabelle working hard in the kitchen . . .
Brothers Brander, the real workers preparing lunch . . .
a local Bananaquit taking advantage of our hospitality
Oh! Mamma Mia!!!
20 Feb 09 - the local neighbourhood
The local neighbourhood. Ocean view, 6 bedrooms, and a driveway to die for. Eat your heart out Jay! A mere US$12k per week to rent . . .
. . or your own private island perhaps?
The only way to go grocery shopping
and our deck . . .
. . . with a view! This is really what it’s all about.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
19 Feb 09, Elbow Cay
Hidden haven from the landward side.
Enough wildlife to satisfy the most ardent enthusiast
The Hope town Light dominates . . . you’ll never get lost on Elbow Cay.
Enough wildlife to satisfy the most ardent enthusiast
The Hope town Light dominates . . . you’ll never get lost on Elbow Cay.
2009 Winter vacation – Elbow Cay, Bahamas. Mostly photos . . .
Photos by kind permission of JLVC
Editing and text by DVC
Encouragement, logistical support and management by MAC
18 Feb 09
On the leg leg, refugees from a northern winter make their weary way to the ferry dock in Marsh Harbour, bound for Hope Town, Elbow Cay.
And one happy camper hangs on as we speed across the Caribbean to our final destination.
To glimpse hidden havens . . .
Ferry docks . . .
And finally Hope Town, and the Hope Town Light.
Daily sunsets almost guaranteed.
Editing and text by DVC
Encouragement, logistical support and management by MAC
18 Feb 09
On the leg leg, refugees from a northern winter make their weary way to the ferry dock in Marsh Harbour, bound for Hope Town, Elbow Cay.
And one happy camper hangs on as we speed across the Caribbean to our final destination.
To glimpse hidden havens . . .
Ferry docks . . .
And finally Hope Town, and the Hope Town Light.
Daily sunsets almost guaranteed.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
The Lost Gardens of Heligan
A cloudy, damp day, so ideal for visiting and wandering through the stunning "Lost Gardens" (www.heligan.com). Originally planned, planted and developed by the Tremayne family from 1770 through 1914, the gardens fell into dereliction, and disappeared after the Great War.
Rejuvenated and restored in the 1990s, the gardens now flourish under a staff of some 26 trained and qualified gardeners and horticulturalists. A national treasure, the gardens contain some breath-taking and unique living sculptures.
No sign of Peter or Mr McGregor!
Just as well we 'gardened' in the morning, because our trip down to St Mawes during the afternoon was in the rain. Somehow it was a fitting backdrop for the castle, built by Henry VIII in anticipation of Spanish aggression.
Nothing better to raise the spirits than a little unintentional humour in St Just of Roseland. Nestled away in a palmtree-filled churchyard, the church dates back to 1260
Rejuvenated and restored in the 1990s, the gardens now flourish under a staff of some 26 trained and qualified gardeners and horticulturalists. A national treasure, the gardens contain some breath-taking and unique living sculptures.
No sign of Peter or Mr McGregor!
Just as well we 'gardened' in the morning, because our trip down to St Mawes during the afternoon was in the rain. Somehow it was a fitting backdrop for the castle, built by Henry VIII in anticipation of Spanish aggression.
Nothing better to raise the spirits than a little unintentional humour in St Just of Roseland. Nestled away in a palmtree-filled churchyard, the church dates back to 1260
Monday, October 13, 2008
Farewell North coast, hello South
The next morning, Monday, broke cloudy and grey. Time to leave Padstow, and head south.
Brighter weather beckoned us, as we descended into the small fishing village of Mevagissey. Narrow streets lead to the harbour . . .
. . . . filled with brightly coloured fishing boats, and surrounded by houses clinging to the sides of the hills. All very attractive, belying the hard trade plied by generations of Cornish fishermen.
Beautiful to look at, but the Cornish coast is totally unforgiving for unwary sailors, as the Spanish Armada discovered to their loss.
Brighter weather beckoned us, as we descended into the small fishing village of Mevagissey. Narrow streets lead to the harbour . . .
. . . . filled with brightly coloured fishing boats, and surrounded by houses clinging to the sides of the hills. All very attractive, belying the hard trade plied by generations of Cornish fishermen.
Beautiful to look at, but the Cornish coast is totally unforgiving for unwary sailors, as the Spanish Armada discovered to their loss.
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