I opened the French windows that first morning and this is what I saw.

 

Peter and our garden gate leading to our private beach.

 

Our faithful dinghy waiting to take us anywhere we desired.

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Peter and the magic dinghy.

Coming from a freezing Swiss winter, muffled up in sheepskins, now I was beginning to get a tan.

The new owners of the turquoise umbrella.


                    

Sailing to Bequia.

Sailing to Bequia.