Barbuda was our last real stop before arriving in St. Martin, on
February 3rd. As always we enjoyed our pretty and peaceful environment
in Low Bay. There seemed to be more sailboats than last January, but we
didn’t feel crowded. Once in a while, we took a break from work, for a
walk on the 11 mile beach, sinking into the soft sand up till our
ankles. Darwin loved it here, we missed his joyful presence, and this
time around, the weather was just wonderful, even a bit chilly to swim.
 One
afternoon, I convinced Mark to join me in the dinghy towards one of the
reefs. He remained in the rubber boat, bopping around, enjoying the
sunshine, while I braved the cool water and snorkeled around for a bit,
seeing multiple colorful fish on the damaged reefs and two stingrays. On
the way back to Irie, we passed over large patches of grass. We could
see big white spots from above the water and I joked that they were
probably all conch. Mark urged me to put my mask and snorkel back on to
check it out. Indeed! Tons of conch!
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