Back in April, I did another road trip with sister-in-law, north from Florida. On the first day, after passing some typically Floridian signs,
we found an idyllic place for a picnic. Funny how you can sometimes drive for miles without finding so much as a layby and sometimes you get lucky.
There were the usual warning signs about anything and everything.
And instructions for the fishermen. (Something about grandmothers and sucking eggs springs to mind)
Then on to the town of Fernandina Beach, which had plenty of character.
Might be safer sticking to more traditional transport modes
a pelican, tired of waiting for someone else's catch, took off spectacularly..
And flapped away across the water
To be continued....