A most terrible thing has happened - we were at our favourite beach and 2 tourists walked right past us! A short greeting was exchanged and they kept on going. Apparently they didn't get the memo, this is my private beach. I've taken ownership because I'm the one that's been cleaning it up. Plastic does eventually disintegrate in the sun but I don't want to look at it while it's doing it. I've started a shoe collection and a pretty bottle collection; to date I've kept 3 pristine plastic cups from cruise ships and have saved 5 washed-ashore barely alive conchs.
Last month these people walked past us. It's getting way too crowded.
They came from way down the beach and kept right on walking. One of them raised his drink to us in greeting, not even slowing down. Guess they didn't need help.
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Just a reminder to those who think it's all glamour and fun down here living on a "yacht." I spent the better part of yesterday scrubbing the decks on Dirty Girl and removing the silicone that Gerry, for reasons I don't understand, put around some of the edges on the back deck.
Should have taken a picture of my scraped knuckles.
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