The boys and I will go off from time to time to hang out and give Mom a break from all things intense.
We now find ourselves in Bequia again as we head north and we’ve headed over to what looks like a very pretty little tropical beach. I’m going to stay in the dinghy to get caught up on some work while the kids swim. I’ve told them that they can’t go up on shore as we’re experiencing the “witching hour” when the sand fleas come out and feast on young, juicy skin or even old Daddy skin too. Unfortunately, they do get bitten a bit.