22_05_11

We’re northbound.

We’re really northbound.

It doesn’t get more perfect than Barbuda.

Classic Barbuda. Donkeys on the runway.

We sought blue water. We found blue water.

Blue, blue, blue.

Just keep swimming.

The sun sets.

Colours all around us.

Blue water, white sand.

Hiding.

One of our many visitors.

Panoramic blue.

Offshore islands of weed.

Slipping along.

Larry has been bad.

Smiles for miles.

SO many charts. Which one is the truth?

The anchor is well and truly buried,

Dive, dive, dive.

Beautiful Barbuda.

Blue Barbuda.

These critters will be the beach one day.

Ruffian pulls on her chain.

Blue, blue, blue.

So Caribbean.

Wall to wall.

Horizon to horizon.

Things grow underwater.

We head towards to the setting sun.

That’s really rather downwind.

Heading west.

We’re about to be trapped by a bridge.