Copper Mine

Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther. Thomas Hood This abandoned copper mine, a historical gem nestled in the southwest corner of Virgin Gorda, has a rich history dating back to 1837. It was a bustling hub of activity, employing around 200 minersContinue reading “Copper Mine”

La Liste

Why can’t somebody give us a list of things that everybody thinks and nobody says, and another list of things that everybody says and nobody thinks? Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. So to Tom and Jane and Lori and Nigel and anyone else who will be spending time on SeaSea. This is what to bring. ClothesContinue reading “La Liste”

Yellow

Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun. Pablo Picasso Man, I’m getting old. I can’t believe it’s already been 200 years since Anselme Gaëtan Desmarest first scientifically described Haemulon flavolineatum. It seems like yesterday. The fancy Latin species name means yellow line. You’d think a French guyContinue reading “Yellow”

BVI Certified

You don’t need a certificate to dream big!”  israelmore Ayivor SeaSea’s new license I haven’t written about the British Virgin Islands in a long time, even though it is only a moderate swim from the north side of St John, because it didn’t seem right. The BVIs were closed during covid to just about everyone,Continue reading “BVI Certified”

Land Critters

All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others. George Orwell All sorts of sea creatures grace the pages of this blog. But, unfortunately, I’ve shamefully neglected the beasts that roam the land. Like most other locals that have hosted a human civilization, the Virgin Islands have farm animals. But, in theContinue reading “Land Critters”

I’m Not a Fisherman

 “The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of something that is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope,” John Bucha I’m not a fisherman, but I have fish stories. My uncle Charles took me on my first fishing trip. I was four, armed with a bamboo pole, and hadContinue reading “I’m Not a Fisherman”