Wednesday, 5 October 2022

Ian

 We had a good 10 days in Florida until Ian was predicted to hit land around where we were staying, I was prepared to sit it out and experience the ferocity of nature until state officials put out a mandatory evacuation in our area, it was time to go. We headed for the airport and got the last flight to Gatwick before the airport was shut down. Our friends could not get seats on the flight, so the authorities evacuated them to a shelter in downtown Tampa.

Balcony view over the Gulf.

Rear balcony over intercoastal waterway.


Cocktails at Salt Rock

"Shall I go and get the lock ready while you're looking for the tiller".



Sue has gone back to the island for Granny duties while I get stuck into maintenance tasks on the boat.



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