"The White Whale! The White Whale!"

I finally plucked up the courage to go into the sea today, at a secluded beach called Jobson's Cove. Fortunately I have no photos to inflict upon the world, but let's just say it would take many hours of tanning and working out to turn my pasty torso into a buff beach hunk.

After I got too cold I sat on the beach and fed potato sticks to some remarkably tame sandpipers, much to Abby's chagrin as the posh birds she was keeping an eye out for were nowhere to be seen. But I was happy with my shoreline equivalent of pigeons.

Hell for the company

As the saying goes: Heaven for the weather, hell for the company. Well, we've got the company, but the weather decided to go a bit British today. In fairness it's been threatening all week. Monday was supposed to be a downpour, but instead it was mirror-calm and clear skies when we went out fishing. Then Tuesday was supposed to be awful, but it wasn't. Then Wednesday...

Eventually the negative forecast was right. And perhaps it's a good thing too, because it hasn't rained properly here for a month and the water tank is getting a little low. To cap it all I've developed a full-on runny nose, which I suspect I caught off lurgy Ab who's been struggling with a cold since we left NYC.

Even so we took a trip into Hamilton, where most places were closed it being Good Friday, and had lunch at the Hog Penny. I had a chicken bhuna to try and evict the sniffles and, combined with some cold medicine and a nap, now feel a good deal better, four hours later.

I remember back in the 80s when we went to Florida, we had loads of warm Florida rain and kept getting told how it was the "most rain they'd ever had". When we first arrived here we kept getting told how they "never" had overcast, cloudy days, like the ones we've had this past week or so.

Strolling to a win

With TV over here in Bermuda featuring a number of American channels I'm getting to watch some baseball too.

Last night the White Sox beat the Indians in the 9th inning when the batter got hit by a pitch earning an automatic walk to first base. As the bases were loaded, that meant everyone shunted up a base, including the guy at third who walked ito home plate, scored a run and so won the game. Talk about strolling to a win.

King of the Onions

Bermuda is famous for its 'Bermuda Onions', which are a bit like spring onions. So there are many onion themed things eg: Onion Jack's Trading Post; The Frog and Onion pub etc. At the botanical gardens they have some onion-shaped chairs which are a bit like thrones. So here's a picture of me as King of the Onions!

Birthday in Bermuda

Thanks for the birthday well wishes from my birthday well wishers (and ya boo! to you if you're not a well wisher...) How did I spend my 31st birthday? Well, I went out on the boat fishing and then we ate lunch in a sheltered lagoon before coming back home.

Me and a fish

it looked bigger than this in real life (and was kind of spiky too)

Cath caught a few more than me - this was one of her bountiful catch

In trouble with the law again...

After our brush with the NYPD and "the Snapple incident", we visited St Georges in Bermuda and ended up in the stocks...


(My crime was obviously having a very bad windswept parting!)

You're not supposed to steal the stalactites...

Cathy breaks the rules again... this time at the Crystal Caves.

No - just kidding, this was just a sample bit they had lying around to prove that the stalactites were really rocks...

...and all that jazz...

Ever got off a plane and been greeted in the arrivals lounge by a band playing some kind of funk reggae welcoming song? Now, after landing in Bermuda, I can say that I have.

For lunch I had battered fish in a fried bread sandwich. Seriously.