Vehicular traffic in Man-O-War is limited to nothing wider than a golf cart. |
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Most of the traffic takes place on the water. |
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The sign on the bench in front
of Joe Albury's shop reads Items on the Bench $10 each (except the cat) |
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Lots of scraping & scrubbing & 2 coats of paint finally get rid of the mildew after hurricanes. |
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One of our favorite boats, an 18 foot Man-OWar sloop built by its owner Sam Albury. She is named Lady Di. |
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A trip to the dump. |
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A cozy fire at the dump, just off our stern at our mooring in the creek. |
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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. |
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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. . |
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Christmas dinner cooked aboard
the Bonnie Lass by Diane. Menu, Chicken Stuffing Cranberry sauce |
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We tried our skill at blowing a
conch shell with friends at the marina in Marsh Harbour. |
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Much to my chagrin, Diane had to bring at least one of her Teddy bears. |
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A few last thumbnails.
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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. |