New Bag Seats - South Fouquet
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Mon 1 Jul 2019 23:57
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New Beach Bag Seats - South
Fouquet   We took our new blow-up beds, a first, we
bought them a couple of years ago at the Southampton Boat Show. Clearly designed
to be inflated in breezier conditions, today, we had not a breath. Not to be
bested, Bear spun on the spot looking like he was synchronised swimming with a
manta ray. Not realising he had made himself giddy, I watched (and videoed) the
resultant falling-dance. Once steady, he rolled the beast and closed the clip.
  The first insertion
went awry, the second – Bear was bucked off his
steed.
 On the third attempt, right-side up, slightly more success.
  I ran up and down the beach with my bright
yellow steed and soon decided that bean bag size was my limit. Once settled I
had another show. Bear took the cue that the beach
run may work. Mmmm.
 These two ghost
chaps were delighted when their afternoon
quiet time settled as their human guests stopped with all the bag kerfuffle. Now
they took up the serious task of where to dig their burrows for the
night.
 One quickly got down to
business just beyond where Baby Beez was beached, the other
looked on unconvinced.
   We watched as our small friend who dug
efficiently, brought out sand in one fist and throw it on the ever-growing pile.
  Bear enjoyed a
dip as I bimbled to the edge of the sand spit. Looking over to Pepe’s Island, the blues gorgeous.
  I got a fancy to snorkel on the seaward
side. Nothing but broken reef until I saw a slug........
  ...........then two, then whole
regions.
  A pair and then
a very different pairing.
   Then lots of blue
starfish.
 A blue-finned
trevali sped by.
  Further on, a little
hard coral added some colour, then a clam.
  A very shy chap.
 A very fat slug
with knobbly bits.
   Now over sand with more
coral and a few chaps.
   Three sandfish
about their business.
 A small
angelfish.
      Lots of small
fish.
 A fully open
clam. By now the current was getting me nowhere and I was only half way
to the outer reef. Time to turn back and enjoy the quick ride back.
  Bear was getting out
too, he had found a conch shell, wonder if we
will see one with a dweller inside.
 Our guardian booby,
Bear has now named him Bobby, sat with his
friends.
ALL IN ALL FUN IN THE
SUN
CHILLED – ONCE THE SEATS WERE
TAMED |