The heat is back

Hank and Debbie from Florida have arrived and brought wonderfully warm weather with them. Doing the tourist stuff, Bishop's, beaches, fish fry, dinghy tour, blue hole, etc. etc.

Boated down to the yacht club

Cracked conch at Bishop's

 

No one thought to take a camera to the fish fry. Two days later we made our own fish. Gerry scorched it, Hank cooked it. Was pretty darned good.

Only two things marred the week: conditions weren't favourable for sailing and the water was too churned up at the blue hole to actually see anything. Can't have it all. 

Sorry, another hermit crab post

Hank and I walked down the beach, without a camera of course and came upon a crab convention. One crab was ousted so we waited in keen anticipation to see what would happen next. Answer: nothing. The bully that had thrown his fellow crab out remained in his own shell and stretched himself over the opening of the other. Hank thinks his plan was to wait until the other crab died of exposure thus eliminating him.  His secondary plan might have been for us to succumb to heat stroke so I picked him up, the naked crab jumped back into his shell and I put them both in my bucket.

The bully is on top but couldn't pull him out.

Crabs

The green shelled crab spent at least half an hour investigating the empty shell I found, rejected it and wandered away. The bully spent most of this time sulking while the other crab tried to right himself so he could get away. We couldn't wait around all day so I finally flipped him over.