Blogs

  • umoja's blog Mooring Ball Madness & Close Encounters

    “I say, that mooring is taken!”

    We were about to pick up a mooring ball in one of our favorite spots in the BVI, ‘Cane Garden Bay’. On the north coast of Tortola, it features a very fine beach in a pleasant village setting surrounded by high hills. It’s a great place to spend a few days, beaching, swimming and generally ‘hanging out’. We had made an early departure from Jost Van Dyke. Foxy’s, and the red-lipped swooner, drooling over the crooner were behind us, together with the loud verbal bric a brac and guffawing reverberating into the late tropical night had ‘filled our cup’, so to speak. It was time to move on, chill out, and Cane Garden Bay was just the place!

    On the way, we had stopped at the delightful islet of Sandy Cay, a little ‘desert isle’, the size of a football pitch. With the token central palm tree surrounded by a sprinkling of bush and a beach of powdered coral, it is pure ‘castaway’ material. We anchored in its lee, loaded up the dinghy, went ashore and spent most of the day there, swimming, snorkeling, snacking, sunning, and daydreaming! 

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  • surferseyes's blog Listen to the Silence

    We have just come off a full moon and subsequent sizey swell here on the east coast of Australia. Whilst the waves were not perfect, the days and night either side of the moon were time for reflect and consideration of that word – perfection.

    In the cabin where we are living just out of Byron Bay, our bodies dismantle peacefully at night with the departure of the sun, and reassemble early with her dawn return. In between there is silence, peaceful and bright. As I lay in bed the silence grows deeper and my body attunes to her melody. I smile as my senses awaken to the depth of nothingness.

    The darkness is annulled in the moonlight. The sky above is littered with stars, twinkling like a child’s nursery rhyme. The distant ocean is roaring, alive with nature’s silent energy. Kuni stirs and peers through the bedside glass, the night’s weight dispersing swiftly from his eyes at the sight of the farm’s bordering trees, still in the windless air.

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  • Sean's blog Every Day Is A Gift, Take It!

    It was a lazy autumn morning that I pulled into the car park, overcast and drizzly, just the way I like it, and I was really excited to find a pushing tide, with about 4 feet of swell peeling off along a fun-looking right bank, just to the left of the old wreck. I remember there being a bit of an Easter nip in the air, the land breeze having gently and lovingly manicured the waves to perfection overnight ...

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