Trip Start Dec 31, 2005
Trip End Jan 12, 2006

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Sunday, January 8, 2006

Nancy and John met with enthusiastic kids in the main villa at 7:15 in the morning, after Liam and Zoya had both decided to start their wake-up routine at 5am. Coffee and tea was in order.

At 10am, we took the now sleepy boodles to the beach for a wake-up plunge. We arrived to our favourite spot to be greeted by staff from the beach restaurant cleaning fish and discarding the unwanted bits into the sea - our cue to move on down the beach a bit.

John returned to the Bequia Beach Club during nap time to take some "after" photos of the honeymoon spot. Good candidate shots for a photo essay, title of which remains to be chosen. The overall mood is one of melancholy, as the last guests have clearly long left. I had a tour guide in the form of an eight year old local boy who was facinated with the digital camera. I took a picture of him and showed him the results, to his delight. From that point on, he had to see every shot I took.

We wandered down the hill from Mockingbirds to see an impressive villa under construction. Selina tells us it is a rich American in the oil business. Nancy snapped a shot of the view. The trip down and up the hill drew attention to our less than peak physique, calling for many cool glasses of water and a dip with the kids in the pool to dry off.

Late afternoon we rounded up everyone and headed into town to the famous Mack's Pizzaria for snacks and to watch the afternoon sun set over the harbour.

With kids off in their respective cribs, Nancy and Matty left on thier date to the Gingerbread Hotel Restaurant.
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jarobertson on

The beauty of things past
What though the radiance
Which once was so bright
Be now forever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass,
Of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be...

- from 'Splendour in the Grass', William Wordsworth

This reflection on 'Beaches' photos contributed by 'World as Old English Major Sees It'

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