No not a spelling mistake.

Sunday morning. Sat on South Sound beach enjoying a picnic breakfast with friends.

This beach has been a new find for us. Totally deserted.

Utterly beautiful.

It is like having our own private slice of paradise.

So we sit replete, watching gentle waves play across the turquoise Caribbean Sea. It sparkles under the morning sun.

Along the horizon plays a huge storm changing the sky from startling blue east of us and to a gloaming grey in the west.

In front of us lies Peter Cay. A small island. It looks tempting sitting only quarter of a mile away. It looks like a manageable swim but in reality the rip here is strong. Waves hook continuously around the little island making it appear like it sits at the centre of a whirlpool.

Thunder and lightening crackle in the clouds. The wind from the storm just gentles the edge of the heat making it lovely and refreshing as we chill.

 

Then breaking the surface of the sea only a few meters in front of us a big turtle.

“See! Turtle!” I shout gleefully only to be greeted by a chorus of snorts and accusations of “you are making it up”.

This game has been going on for about half an hour.

Somehow the turtle knows when no one but me is watching and times his breathing to match.

I think he is playing a joke, trying to get everyone else to think I am mad.

With the storm coming ever closer we finally decided to call it a morning.

Seeing we are leaving the turtle finally ends it’s game of ‘peek-a-boo’ and rises gently to the surface to float just in front of us.

At last everyone sees the turtle. But everyone agrees I am mad.

I must be crazy just look where I live!