After a morning of heavy rain and winds the sun came out along with warm 70 degree temps. I went over to the Breakwater to catch the surf and with not a soul around it felt like I was the last man on earth. The sounds of the waves crashing down on the rocks was deafening. The first thing you hear is a low rumble of the smaller stones rolling around under the water's surface. Then with a mighty crash, the sound of a thunderstorm as the waves crash down!
"S.S. Mellon III" surrounded!
I'm being watched!
Dog Bar Breakwater!
Big wave approaching!
The gulls just can't find a dry spot to hang out!
"S.S. Mellon III" and a frenzy of hungry gulls!
Gloucester from behind my house!
The day is done!
It's not "soda" and not "pop" or even "soda pop" it's "tonic"!
It's a "rotary" not a "roundabout"!
"Going up the line" is a term used when leaving the island!
A "jigga"is a homemade powerless go-cart!
It's not "Break Time or Coffee Break" it's "Mug-up"!
It's not a "water fountain" it's a "Bubbla"!