On Tuesday we decided to locate near home at Dickinson Bay but first Suzanne inspected the towels on the line (in one of the few nights when rain didn't make them wetter)
and then we walked past this lovely sign
to record some concessions on the beach
and this touching marker on a palm tree about a couple who met, had their first date, were engaged and were married all at the Coconut Grove at this spot.
With this warm feeling, we walked back home and joined Seva
and Peter on the patio
as I took this self portrait
and Seva passed judgment on our sea glass
before we noticed the bird in the tree
and we decided to go looking for fresh bread at a bakery which had become Chef's World and didn't meet our needs
though at Rituals
we observed the menu
and Peter ordered
as Seva and Suzanne sat
until he returned
with his drink
and then we made our way home for my breakfast
before heading to the beach where this woman sold us our beach chairs and shade
as we admired the beach
and the woman reading her book in the water
before Seva and Peter
decided to ask her what she was reading
and Seva brought back the answer (a Jeffrey Deaver book that wasn't so good)
as the fishing boat went by
and I studied my untreated leg
while this gentleman tried to sell me some services
while a paraglider in the distance
and this rock off shore
did little to hide the catamaran that motivated our creative fantasies.
After the cruise people left, we tried the special rum punch of the day
along with the cheese and bread we had brought
as black birds arrived to visit us (and hope for food).
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As Seva and Peter
visited with Suzanne
and I took this self portrait,
we analyzed the tomatoes we'd brought with us
as the Sandals boat passed
and I made a straight line
to see if I was sober enough to take this picture of the moon
as this coconut
amused Seva and Peter
while Suzanne
and I
wondered about the fate of the people coming to shore in this catamaran
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and noted the few who left
without my coconut
as the ship headed to other ports (or so we think)
and the coconut meat was all removed
when Seva
saw this man cleaning a baracuda down the beach
as yet another book came in
and after another baracuda picture
Seva and Peter posed
before Seva was sent off to form a distraction so that we could identify the place from which our neighbors came (ultimately it was Manchester, England, England, across the Atlantic Sea) and we could head home
where this cat appeared
as we observed the setting sun
but our best efforts could not get the cat
onto the tin roof (which was probably hot and surely contained a cracker).
After a drink
a view of my feet
a glimpse of the sunset
and a pictures of the half moon (which suggested the next day's journey)
we headed to the Bayhouse
were this was our bread
wine
and water
as Peter's soup
Suzanne's salad
and Seva's salad
led to the fish dish
the chicken dish
the meat dish
and the vegetarian dish
as Nico the manager discussed plans for the next day
and Suzanne
Peter
Seva
and I all felt relaxed
and happy to see the decaf
and dessert (one strawberry and 2 coconut) arrive.
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and then we walked past this lovely sign
to record some concessions on the beach
and this touching marker on a palm tree about a couple who met, had their first date, were engaged and were married all at the Coconut Grove at this spot.
With this warm feeling, we walked back home and joined Seva
and Peter on the patio
as I took this self portrait
and Seva passed judgment on our sea glass
before we noticed the bird in the tree
and we decided to go looking for fresh bread at a bakery which had become Chef's World and didn't meet our needs
though at Rituals
we observed the menu
and Peter ordered
as Seva and Suzanne sat
until he returned
with his drink
and then we made our way home for my breakfast
before heading to the beach where this woman sold us our beach chairs and shade
as we admired the beach
and the woman reading her book in the water
before Seva and Peter
decided to ask her what she was reading
and Seva brought back the answer (a Jeffrey Deaver book that wasn't so good)
as the fishing boat went by
and I studied my untreated leg
while this gentleman tried to sell me some services
while a paraglider in the distance
and this rock off shore
did little to hide the catamaran that motivated our creative fantasies.
