Vehicular traffic in Man-O-War is limited to nothing wider than a golf cart.
  Vehicular traffic on Man-War is limited to nothing wider than a golf cart.

Most of the traffic takes place on the water.

The sign on the bench in front of Joe Albury's shop reads

Items on the
         $10 each
  (except the cat)

Lots of  scraping & scrubbing & 2 coats of paint finally get rid of the mildew after hurricanes.

One of our favorite boats, an 18 foot Man-OWar sloop built  by its owner Sam Albury.   She is named  Lady Di.

A trip to the dump.

A cozy fire at the dump, just off our stern at our mooring in the  creek.

The neighboring island of  Hopetown is much larger than Man-O-War, but is equally quaint. 

The kerosene powered  lens in the light house there floats in a pool of mercury  and must be wound every 90 minutes.


This is a large steel mooring ball washed up on  the beach during the last hurricane. 

Diane couldn't resist the opportunity for a little cheezecake.


Christmas dinner cooked aboard the Bonnie Lass by Diane.

      Cranberry sauce


We tried our skill at blowing a conch shell with friends at the marina in Marsh Harbour.

                                        Much to my chagrin, Diane had to bring at least one of her Teddy  bears.

                                                                          A few last thumbnails.                                                                                              

We'll be back in the US on March 7 to visit my 8th grandchild, Hannah Ruth Meyers, and to participate in other rites of Spring.