Adventures of Ptolemy the Horizon Power Cat Part Three

Yes I know, you have been waiting with baited breath for Hammond to do unspeakable damage to our beautiful English language with yet another epistle full of nonsense so not wishing to disappoint, read on!! Well actually, ‘look on’, images will do most of the ‘talking’ this time, yes I know, blessed relief…

Some call them sisters but we know them as ‘Higher Authority’, Ladies Libby the Admiral of the Good Ship ‘Jabulani’ and Barbara who rules the roost on Ptolemy’.

I know you don’t want to hear about us having too much fun in the Sun so here is an image of Ship’s incompetent Engineer Hammond who has just belted his forehead on the hinge of the engine room hatch and yes, he wishes he had thought of applying that pink piece of noodle some time sooner… for those interested in such things, that is the Cummins Onan 21.5kva Genny in the port engine room, Ptolemy also has a 9kva Genny in the STBD engine room to power A/C at night if so required.

Our furtive and highly inventive minds are never idle out here as this most excellent device for seniors to feast from will demonstrate. Available now from B & Q in the UK and Home Depot in USA, still a bit secret, I think they are calling them Lavatory Seats so as to avoid an undignified rush of excited buyers…..

Christmas came and went, this is Libby and Frank celebrating on Jabulani with Frank’s son Cole and of course properly dressed Woody in the sheltered anchorage at Big Majors, Staniel Cay.

Big Majors in the Exuma Island Chain is where the Swimming Pigs are. Most of us cannot quite fathom the attraction of bovines that swim out to dinghies often leaving trails of poo💩 floating in the water behind them and generally being a nuisance. The natural attractions in and out of the water in these stunning islands are quite wonderful, why on earth would Bahamas Tourism want to promote swimming pigs is beyond me.

December 30th saw good friends Chris and Judy arriving from UK via Nassau and if they looked hard enough they would have seen Ptolemy sitting in the bay awaiting their pleasure.

C and J arriving in considerable need of refreshment after sitting in Roland’s little six seater airplane on the tarmac at NAS for and hour awaiting a takeoff slot, this place gets busier and busier.

Anyway, soon into ‘diving for our supper’ with this excellent Mutton Snapper ‘captured’ from under a ledge at Rocky Point west of George Town. It was our overnight stop on the long run down to the Ragged Islands. Amazingly, we caught another lovely Mutton Snapper trawling in relatively shallow water later in the day so we ‘feasted’ that evening.

First stop in the Ragged Islands as the sun went down.

More ‘hunting and gathering’ to keep the freezers topped up and the crew from starving. This haul included 5 Lobsters AKA Crawfish and an amazing 30 Conch.

Look at that happy grin with Conch in hand!!

Drone flying on the beach at Double Breasted Cay in the Raggeds, nowhere near London Gatwick Airport so perfectly safe!

And at the end of the rainbow!!

Sometimes getting the barbed spear out of the Lobster can be a bit of a challenge….

Jabulani and Ptolemy not sharing a remote anchorage with anybody else!!

What more can we say!!??

Two images to cheer up readers seething at the thought of us sitting in the sunshine whilst they freeze their bits off back home… when it rains out here it bloody well rains….

The upside of course are stunning rainbows 🌈

And after the rain, a chance to swim with a pod of Dolphins!

Don’t all boats provide dressing gowns for their crew and guests? Just as well there was no wind that morning as rumour has it that one of the four was ‘going commando’!!

It’s not everyday that you see a DC3 sitting on top of a building but here in the Ragged Islands not too much surprises! This was called the ‘Dakota Restaurant’ some years ago but sadly like so many enterprises in the Bahamas it failed to ‘take off’. (Sorry!!) and is now derelict.

Next ‘port of call’ was Duncan Town, a somewhat sad place. Many years ago it was a very busy Town with upwards of one thousand enterprising inhabitants harvesting salt from evaporating pans and selling abroad, mostly to Cuba. Cheaper sources of salt eventually scuppered this local industry and the population count dropped to 60 to 70 folk scratching a living fishing and Lobstering. Then two years ago along came Hurricane Irma and scrapped much of what was left of the town. When we came here a few years ago, this was the local Cop Shop, now just a shell inhabited by wild Goats.

This was the Clinic with a resident Nurse, now just a mess with patient records and all sorts of stuff scattered around.

Right now there are only around seven folk on island but they are nothing if not full of positive spirit and enterprise. A wonderful 70 year old lady called Maxine is drying and curing Conch which she ships to Nassau where it is then sold on to China! Yep, that’s what is hanging on the line… you can also see some 45 gallon drums to the right of the image. They are full of petrol shipped in on the Captain C the occasional mail boat from Nassau. Maxine will sell you some ‘gas’ but you have to siphon it out of the drum….

There was a two story building with a bar on the ground floor. Unfortunately the hurricane took the top floor clean off but left the bar more or less intact so it is business as usual except when it rains and then you can still sit at the bar but you may need an ☔️. With only seven folk on the island, it’s not the most busy of bars but Maxine opened up for us four and cold Kaliks were slurped.. Maxine, what a Lady, we all enjoyed a hug with her. Incidentally, the building is owned by an old Sea Captain whose image you can see behind Chris. He is the ‘Captain C’ after whom the out island Mail Boat is named.

And yet another wonderful sunset image to finish this meandering load of drivel and codswallop!!