This day was perfect. Just enough wind to keep us cool but not too much to make anything more that a ripple on the Sea of Abaco. On the way down to Pete’s Pub we stopped at a few remote beaches so Mel could do a little shelling.
This beach held a lot of shells. Mel is the sheller not me. I take odd pictures of little things that make people say, “what was he thinkin”. But if you look at the photos maybe you can see what I do. Or maybe not. I did grow up in the 60’s Some have asked why we don’t have more pics of people. The way we see it is if you don’t know the folks in the photos what fun is that. And we are sure you’re all tired of seeing us all the time.
Maybe more dogs would be good.
Oh well… On to Pete’s Pub

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