On Winding Bay…

Sounds like the start of a limerick:

There once was a resort in Abaco
the sorts of which many never know
Set upon white sand
Find guests with beer in hand
Golf clubs, and yacht and never snow

“Flying in, you notice that above all, the pristine waters that surround these dots of sandy ground are captivating and draw you in well before touching down.”

Let me get back to writing and relax on waxing poetic. There really is a place on a pristine bay known as The Abaco