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Cay^, so changed in the last two years -- the golf links , the pink club 
house, the big white gate with a man always on duty (he always salutes with 
a wide grin); the sprinkling of new houses along the beach# But the sea is 
the same — the curve of vhite sand and the magnificent color of the water; 
the white roofs of Bali H’ai on the rooky spine of Lyford, the fuzz of palms 
far out on the tip of the land, Goulding Cay, squat and brown as a turtle 
with rows of waves moving towards it across the reefs like white boats# 
And Mactaggart*s dock down the beach is the same (though a board or two 
is missing from the top of it) and their little thatched house shuttered 
and empty locks as though no time had passed since we saw it last# ^/?hen 
I went up to it a rat scurried out of the grass and raced into the palm 
thatching# I waited for him to come out again, but there was only a rustling 
and then quiet -- likely he was peeking at me through the dead fronds# 
I have established a workshop on the porch, with polyethylene over 
the screen to keep out the rain; we have an eighteen-foot workboat with 
an eighteen horse motor (the boys are agitating for a thirty, which we 
can have for the same money#) My crew, Tom, Chris, and Jimmy Bean, who 
came along to be Chris ’s unpaid assistant, have been assembling our under- 
sea enclosures while I put my time in on camera equipment and related gear# 
It would have taken too much time to build the enclosures after our 
arrival, so we spent several weeks back in Texas designing and building 
them, marking the pieces for re-assembly# The system has worked beautifully. 
