Coconut bocce ball instead of Harbour Island

Sunday

We decided that, in spite of the wind, we would see if we could run the Whaler around to Harbour Island. We ran to Spanish Wells, and then stuck our head around the point in the Atlantic Ocean, still hiding behind the reef. You should have seen the size of the breakers! We figured out very quickly that while great to look at, definitely NOT something we would do that day in the Whaler, wisdom being the better part of valour, and all!

When the high speed ferry went from Spanish Wells to Harbour Island, we stuck our nose out once more, just to watch him go around the corner. I would think that the passage could get impassable for the ferry if the weather turned really bad out of the north!

Then we returned along the lee side of Royal Island, and found a sand bar, about a foot under water at low tide, where the wind wasn't creating many waves, and turned into a submerged beach day. Allen and Mercy climbed up on the rocks, and Allen pulled a piece of fruit off a tree, about the size of a lemon, green, with a kind of rhind on it, but otherwise, kinda hollow in the center. I have no idea what it was, but they were just the tiniest bit bouyant, and made the best toys! He brought two, and a coconut, and we spent awhile playing bocce ball with the coconut. It gets pretty interesting with the coconut bouncing on the slight chop, moving downwind with the current. It took us awhile to perfect our game, but now we are ready to take on any challengers.

Mercy had a blast with the fruit as well, for when she would bump it with her nose, it would go underwater for several seconds. I know, we should have got a picture of the fruit, but it is hard to play in wet stuff, and still remember to get dry pictures.

We returned to the boat tired and hungry, and cooked a turkey, with potatoes, onions, peas, cranberry sauce... it was pretty good!