I leave it for you to judge but in honor of today's continuing snow fall and my ever growing need to hibernate I give you White Bay Beach...also on Jost Van Dyke in the BVI...I can dream can't I? Is that so wrong?
Mr. B didn't put the Jeep into the drink trying to drive onto the ferry and our true adventure had officially begun. After the 30 minute ferry ride we arrived in Cruz bay, St. John, a colorful little town filled with friendly locals, shops, restaurants, condos and bars...lots of bars. After working our way slowly through town we were off on our way to Maho...about a 20 minute drive. The most twisting, turning, hilly 20 minutes you can imagine. In fact the last mile or two of road looked it had been carpet bombed by a B-52...but more on that later. Just after dark we arrived at camp.
After seeing the tent, I looked to Mr. B for his expression...fortunately he smiled...and we were off to the bar and ready to start an incredible week long adventure.
And finally what I really came to see...the Holyrood Palace and the glorious ruins of Holyrood Abby which I saw during a beautiful (and early) Scottish sunset.
Exhausted, I made my way back to Waverly Station for the long ride back to London, vowing that ifI ran into my loud traveling companion on the way back that I would mount a Jacobite Uprising of my own...I did and I did!
To all, to each, a fair good night, and pleasing dreams and slumbers light.
Sir Walter Scott