24_09_28

Its not all sunshine and sandy beaches.

That&#039;s a pretty big anchor,

Exploring again.

Smiles for miles.

Sandy feet.

Beach collections.

Larry get upto his usual antics.

Its sundown time.

A washing machine of an anchorage.

That&#039;s a pleasant relief.

The balls support the chain.

Grant has many talents.

That is a serious birds nest.

Iain isn&#039;t a happy camper.

Before the plunge.

In we go.

Weird rock formations.

Above and below.

Surrounded by islands.

That looks like a beach party.

Sandy and social.

The local string quartet.

Blacks and blues.

Fishies, fishies.

Swimming in unison.

We&#039;ve found Nemo.

Up comes the anchor.

Headsail sailing.

A world of possibilities.

Not a view we want to have.

Falling from the trees.

Tip top snorkel spot.

Swimming around.

New starfish.

New corals.

Our little flotilla.

Looking down.

Reflections.

Out with the old. In with the new.

Inside the engine.

Sometimes its just easier to anchor.

A setting for a sun down sing song.

Let the show tunes commence.

Anything to keep the bugs away.

Sensational water.

Drifting along.

A bit too close for comfort.

Sailing equals smiles.

Bobbing in blue water.

Before and after.

All refurbished.

If only we had a bearing press.

The anchorage wildlife.

Ouch.

Finding our way through the farmland.

Another walk, another beach.

What are you fellas upto?

Penny for your thoughts.

Iain hat head.

Turbocruising.