The mate on our boat was a wealth of information. He was a local, with a degree in history, and if he didn't double major in marine biology too, he's surely earned an honorary degree there. We heard stories about the places we passed on our way to the island where we collected shells on the beach for nearly an hour, and on the way back, the same guy wheeled out what I know as a food service cart, loaded with shells and such, and I learned that what I've always called a conch is a whelk. Mark found three good specimens, and one is about as close to perfect as it gets. I picked up a starfish we thought was dead, but when his little tentacles wiggled, I walked him out into the bay and hoped for the best.
On the way back, we got as close to the lighthouse as one gets. It seems the government isn't too big on tourists in and around lighthouses anymore. Pity. I've climbed a couple. The views are remarkable, and the historic structures are treasures I'd like to see and touch. However, I suppose that all that live and in person touching doesn't do much to preserve the lighthouses, so I respect the restrictions.
We also saw some turtles and young birds in the water around the Barefoot shopping area. Mark always enjoys feeding the fish, turtles, birds and whatever else comes to the surface for the little brown pellets you can buy there on the walkway. I had the devil of a time getting a shot that didn't have too much glare from the sun, wasn't half under the dock, etc. Those little fellas swim fairly fast!
Not bad for a working vacation, eh? Of course, I didn't have anyone take a photo of me knitting in the workshops, but trust me, I did just that. Sock #1's toe decreases were done almost entirely in a contract workshop...