Rafts and Rainbows

We arrived back in Martinique from Tobago after a slow sail in light winds, approaching the island at about 3am we decided to hove-to and wait until daylight as there are not only lots of unlit fishing traps along the coast but also our anchorage is in amongst reef and not sensible to enter in the dark.

At first light we entered the channel at Le Marin and now in shallower water we noticed that the depth sounder was not reading.  I reset it a few times, which worked for a few seconds then it flashed again losing its reading.  Strange.  So we edged our way in to the anchorage and were pleased to see Jim on ‘Somewhere’ coming out to greet us in his dinghy with his portable depth sounder.  So with his help showing us where the shallow spots were we dropped the hook.  Jez dived in to check out the surroundings and discovered that we still had one of our Remora sucker fish stuck to the hull – right over the depth transducer.  It was a juvenile, so we felt rather guilty for splitting up the family and transporting our cling-on from Tobago to Martinique. He didn’t hang around for too much longer after his ordeal and I’m glad to say the depth sounder works again.

So we were back in Martinique to be measured for our new sails, with that task done we learned that our promised delivery date had been pushed back to mid Jan.   So we decided to head off again to get some jobs done on other islands in the meantime as we need to get our life raft serviced among other things.  A slow sail once again across to Rodney Bay St Lucia, here we got our staysail firling drum fixed to take the new bearing that we had bought in Martinique.  The bearing had gone some time ago and destroyed the metal tube inside which meant that the new bearing had no grooves to sit in.  We used a great workshop in St Lucia who are more accustomed to fixing lorries, were able to do it same day and for a fifth of the price quoted in Martinique.  So with that job done we headed off to Grenada, sailing down the windward side of the islands we had an absolutely cracking sail at 8 knots and arrived in just 25 hours.  Prickly Bay, on the south coast, is where Sea Safety Service is located, an authorised service centre for our Ocean Safety life raft.  The bay is pleasant looking but open to the ocean swell that wraps around the south coast, despite the uncomfortable conditions the bay was packed with anchored boats.  Only just bearable for us whilst we waited for the raft to be serviced.  Donal and Sarah from Sea Safety provided an excellent service, and whilst the raft was inflated we got to have a sit in it and check out all its features with a great informative chat with Donal.  We are pretty glad we chose an Ocean Safety raft,  it appears to be very good quality and the only things that needed replacing were flares, batteries and our lithium battery powered SOS light which were out of date.

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Fingers crossed this is the only time we have the pleasure of being aboard the raft

The raft was ready for collection in just a few days, and Donal sent it back on board with two of his staff to help lift it into it’s locker as it is rather heavy.  That’s when things went a little wrong, as they lifted it from the dinghy and reached forward the dinghy departed from Joy in the swell, a big splash left the life raft in the water and one lad half in hanging on to it for dear life. It was quite a struggle getting it out of the water and back in the dinghy, attempt number two was more successful with the dinghy held firmly in place. Good job the raft case has drain holes and the raft is shrink wrapped inside. We gave both the soggy helpers a tip to soften the blow, and were pleased to hear that neither had their phones in their pockets.

So once again we were off, it was just a few days before Christmas and the forecast was for strong winds setting in for a week or so, so we took a last minute decision to head back to St Lucia for Christmas. We arrived off the west coast of St Lucia late the following afternoon, feeling the effects of the strong 2 knot current on a spring tide, and listened in to a mayday call on the VHF for two divers that had gone missing from Laborie, St Lucia.  The search and rescue helicopter from Martinique joined in the search  although they struggled to get definite co-ordinates of the last sighting of them from the radio operator and it all seemed a little unprofessional with daylight minutes ticking away.  As darkness fell we tacked in towards the coast and heard the call that the helicopter was calling off its search. Then just after 8pm the cruise ship ‘Jewel of the Sea’ called to say that they had retrieved two persons from the water after deploying their rescue boats, we could see them on AIS right ahead of us.  It was a relief to hear that they had no life threatening injuries and after receiving medical treatment onboard, the St Lucia coastguard collected them and the cruise ship continued it’s journey  to Barbados.  We later read that the two divers had got separated from the rest of the group on a dive at 7am, so had been in the water a very long time.  The cruise ship had left Castries at 5pm heading south along the west coast, and about 7.30pm diners in the restaurant on level 12 heard calls from the water, so their emergency plan had been put into effect and their rescue boat launched.  A truly amazing rescue.

The strong current continued to push us further away from our goal, as we were now in the wind shadow of St Lucia with light variable winds, so we reluctantly gave up and motored the remaining 20 miles to Rodney Bay (the chart plotter was predicting our arrival on the 15th January!!).  We stayed here for a wonderfully quiet Christmas with very few boats anchored,  and New Year’s eve we enjoyed the firework displays from all the hotels which line the bay. The weather here always seems to deteriorate around Christmas, we have had lots of rain as well as sunshine and have been battered by the ‘Christmas Winds’. We took the opportunity to hike up to the summit of Signal Hill on Pigeon Island to help burn off the effects of three Christmas dinners in a row (yes, we had cooked far too much!).

 

 

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The Royal Clipper is a beautiful ship, she always reminds me of my Mum as she has cruised on her.

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And now a game of spot the rainbow, with all that rain and sunshine we have had some beauties.

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Despite the extra pounds carried onboard, we roared back across to Martinique last week overtaking FOUR other boats, I can’t remember the last time we overtook one let alone four.  On a beam reach with 15-18 knots of wind from the east, we had no problem powering through the lumpy sea at 8 knots and arrived in just 3.5 hours.

 

 

Shortly after checking-in we had a call from the sail maker with some bad news, another delay on our sails means they won’t arrive until mid Feb so we will have to get them delivered to Trinidad instead.  Very disappointing as we wanted to test them on the sail down there, but that’s life.  After a bit more provisioning and stocking of parts for the Pacific, we are leaving today for Trinidad  to get ready to be hauled out. Not my favourite part of living on a boat, but necessary for our maintenance.

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Friendly Fish, Ferocious Felines & Farewells

By November the rainy season in Tobago is in full swing, although not a patch on places like Panama there has still been a considerable amount of wet stuff falling from the not-so-blue sky.  The Atlantic swell also manages to wrap itself around the northern tip of Tobago and roll straight into the bay, it’s what we call joggly, and with currents often holding the boat side on to the wind and swell at night it is sometimes a struggle to get the full quota of beauty sleep.

Joy is attracting more fish than usual, maybe as a result of the ultrasonic anti-fouling system we have installed in the hull.  This transmits sound waves which resonate through our steel hull killing the bio-film which the barnacles and growth then stick to. An easy scrape will wipe them off instead of a hard scrub.   The fish are having a feast on the critters that are only just managing to attach to Joy’s bottom.  We have accumulated quite a following of various groups of fish including a family of Sharksucker fish who seem to have mistaken us for their usual companions of sharks, rays and turtles. These strange creatures are part of the Remora family, fish that have their first dorsal fin modified into a sucker disk located on the top of their head, instead of sucking themselves to a shark they have suckered themselves to Joys hull. We started off with one and now have eight including juveniles. The local fisherman have cottoned on to our unusual fish attraction and come past us close enough to touch, trawling a line back and forth for half an hour each day just about catching a fish every time.  The fish are also so friendly that they brush through Jez’s hair when he is diving to check the progress of the new system on the hull.  One day when I was sanding the cap-rail I noticed a huge fish patrolling Joy, Jez hopped in the dinghy and put the GoPro in the water as we actually thought it could be a shark.  After closer inspection of the GoPro footage, we discovered it was a large Cobia which apparently eat well.  I wouldn’t let Jez put the rod out though, it seemed a little unsporting as he had been so friendly and un-phased by us and of course he looked so beautiful.

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This is the underneath of the largest Remora stuck to the hull, he would have been even longer if his tail hadn’t been bitten off!

 

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Sucker fish attached to the hull

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This one’s had a lucky escape!

 

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The Cobia coming in close to inspect the GoPro

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She is also sporting a sucker fish

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This tiny juvenile was the size of a small finger nail scurrying about under the surface

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Our friend ‘Dash’ showing off his morning catch

We have certainly enjoyed our 3 month stay in Tobago, experiencing just about everything it has to offer including healthcare.  Jez has had a small sebaceous cyst on his face for almost a year causing him no trouble at all, but suddenly last week it became swollen and red, more than doubling in size and quite painful, I was sure he was growing a horn ♥ We started hot compresses and magnesium sulphate paste on it, but his face became very swollen from his ear to his jaw so we visited the health centre in Charlotteville to see the doctor.  That was quite an experience as the doctor only visits one day a week so the walk-in clinic was full. After an hours wait we heard number 20 called, we were 47 so knew we were in for a long wait. We sat next to a red-eyed old lady who seemed happy enough chatting away to herself as is often the case in the Caribbean. Then the nurse came out and moved her to a different part of the waiting room stating she was highly contagious, wiping down the seat next to me with dettol.  Hmmm, I edged away from the seat and was pleased to discover I had my travel-sized anti-bacterial gel in the rucksack which we both used non-sparingly. Anyway, she wasn’t very keen on staying put in her semi-isolated spot and continued to move around the waiting room, sitting in different places, touching everything and talking to different people. Then she came up behind Jez and touched him on the shoulder, breathed all over him and asked if he had taken a number to be seen. Answering “Yes thank you” he pulled away and I doused him in gel again.  We then heard talk of ‘red-eye’ spreading through the community and soon realised that conjunctivitis was the contagious infection gripping the health clinic.  I felt a little guilty at that point for thinking that far too many residents were smoking way too much ganja, as there are rather a lot of red eyes in this village.  After a FOUR hour tummy grumbling-dehydrated-gel covered-numb bottomed wait, we too had red-eyes..but thankfully just from intense boredom. Our number was finally called and Jez saw a lovely GP who confirmed it was badly infected and much to her disappointment it was not in a state for lancing, so we left with some antibiotics and pain killers and surprisingly no bill to pay as healthcare in Tobago is free to visitors as well as residents.  Result! After nearly a week of hot compresses three times a day and smotherings of magnesium sulphate we were watching a film one night when it suddenly gave in and burst in a very controlled fashion, I have never seen anything quite like it. After a few days of further gentle persuasion it was almost empty of its very strange contents (blood, puss and lumps of keratin) and hardly noticeable.  Here’s the progress in pictures, look away now if you are squeamish (or eating)..

 

Hurricane season is almost over, and with Jez’s face healing nicely without the use of a scalpel, we have started to plan our Panama Canal transit next March so that we can continue our adventure into the Pacific. Lots of things to get organised and spare parts to stock up with over the next couple of months before we haul out in Trinidad to get our folding propeller serviced amongst other things in readiness for the long passages ahead.  Our thread-bare and baggy main and mizzen sails will not last us another year so we are replacing them with a new set.

So with Martinique our next destination to be measured for the sails, we said our goodbyes to the very special residents of Charlotteville (you know you have been somewhere too long when the veggie lady hugs you goodbye) and had our last lunch of fish and fries with potato salad and macaroni pie (yes, eyes bigger than belly situation) at Papayas Kitchen. There seems to have been a sudden wild kitten-boom in the village, we found one on the steps of the library a couple of weeks ago which we fed and watered despite being hissed and spat at – which took me quite by surprise when I first bent down to say here kitty kitty.  She came around to me in the end and almost followed me up the steps but was clearly terrified of humans.  A ten year old girl wandered past, and just as I was naively thinking “ah, she will take pity on the fluffy little kitten and take it home”  she kicked the air close to it and giggled.  When she did it again Jez told her to leave the poor thing alone and go pick on something her own size, I could see the thought of doing it again cross her mind but thankfully she just smirked and  carried on walking.  The outside eating area of Papayas Kitchen also had a family of wild kittens hiding amongst the various array of furniture, and with such a huge lunch we were happy to share – secretly of course so as not to offend Mr Papaya.  With tuna on the menu these poor little kittens soon became brave and tucked in, even climbing on my feet to be the first recipient of the fishy treats each time Mr P looked away.  I took pity on the very skinny runt of the litter and made sure he had extra helpings until Mr P spotted them and threw water at them to scare them off as he thought they were annoying us.  I felt sorry for them as they scrambled through the hole in the fence (albeit with full bellies), but we are silly soft tourists happy to share with the local strays as always.

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A bleak future for this little one

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All Scruffy needs is the use of Jez’s clippers to make him more comfortable in the Caribbean heat.

 

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When the recipe says marinade the chicken in the coconut…

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Hundreds of birds join the tuna in a feeding frenzy

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One mans trash is another chickens treasure..

We wanted an 8.30am start the next day for the 2 day sail to Martinique to make use of the wind forecast but whilst immigration are happy to check you out the day before, customs are not and so we made arrangements with the officer to be at the office at 8am in the morning.  Now we aren’t usually punctual people (as our friends well know) but this particular morning we were up with the lark and at the locked customs office at 7.55.  At 8.15 still no sign. I called and was told he was on his way and would be there in 10 mins.  8.30am, still no sign.  8.40am a lady turns up and apologises for the wait, takes our papers and passports as I fill in the usual array of silly forms more applicable to a cargo ship than a cruising yacht with talk of cargo, ballast and the odd question of ‘have you any stowaways?’ – if you knew you had would you tick the yes box? Mmm.  She mentioned she hadn’t been well and had a fever, as she gazed out of the open window in no hurry to complete our clearance I felt myself stop breathing for a while to avoid the germs as the minutes ticked by.  Finally handed our clearance papers we swept up the paperwork from the counter, stuffed it into our documents folder and rushed out knowing we were already an hour later than planned and we still had to get the dinghy up and secured and clean the anchor chain of weed and barnacles otherwise it would stink the locker out.

Finally at 10am, everything stowed and tied down, we sailed out of Man of War Bay with a light east-north-east wind and looking back at Charlotteville disappearing into the distance we set our sights at Martinique.  Two hours into the sail I heard a persistent clicking sound on the VHF, our outside speaker has given up the ghost so I poked my head inside the saloon to listen. Just more clicking as if someone was trying to transmit, odd I thought as in the last three months the VHF has been silent with almost non-existent boat traffic.  The thought occurred to me that someone might be trying to contact us, and I ran through in my mind what we could have possibly left behind just clutching at straws.  It occurred to me that I hadn’t seen Jez put the passports back in their wallet and my heart sank, a quick rummage through our folder revealed a severe lack of passports.  The customs lady had left them in the photocopier. Aaagghh.  I did a very good impression of Nicole Kidman (Dead Calm) and shouted TURN THE BOAT AROUND… Thank goodness we had good wind a little further aft of the beam on the way back and we arrived at 1:00pm.  I called the customs officer on the way in and sure enough, the next user of the photocopier had found our passports. He reluctantly agreed to try and find a fisherman to bring them out to us to save us untying anchors and relaunching the dinghy so we hung about just off the dock.  After 15 minutes we spotted a fishing boat on its way to Pirates Bay and flagged him down, he was happy to drop me ashore to chase up proceedings. I needn’t have bothered as when I climbed on to the dock I was greeted by a fisherman we knew with my passports, so after a few laughs about the situation and more unexpected goodbyes I was picked up again and dropped off at Joy for the price of a cold beer. You have got to love these people.

Now, 5 hours later than planned, we set sail once more. Before we lost phone signal Jez called his Bro to wish him happy birthday and had to cut the call short as the reel started to scream and I yelled ‘fish on’. A nice reward for our disastrous morning, tuna for supper and a few more meals in the freezer.  Happy days.

 

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Mother Nature packs a mighty punch

It’s been a very sad couple of weeks here in the Caribbean with some of our beloved islands devastated by Hurricane Irma packing 185+mph winds.   Hurricane Jose followed closely behind but stayed far enough north of Irma’s track to limit additional damage.  And as if that wasn’t enough, today Hurricane Maria has been rapidly intensifying as it approaches the Leeward islands as a dangerous Category 4 storm, Martinique and Dominica look as though they will be first on the hit list in the next couple of hours.

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Hurricane Irma hits the Leeward Islands on 6th September 2017

 

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Satellite imagery of Hurricane Irma (left) and Hurricane Jose (right)

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Hurricane Maria just above us today, approaching the Leewards

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Hurricane Maria’s forecast track today, she has since intensified to a Cat4

Our anchorage in Tobago is nicely south of the tracks these storms have followed, the only adverse conditions we have had to endure has been large swell pushed into the bay making all the boats rock and roll. Maria is currently 230 miles north of us, surf has been crashing across the reef and rocks here for the last 36 hours and pounding on the (now empty) beach.  It has been an uncomfortable couple of days yet again – but we are thankful to be safe.

One of our favourites, Barbuda, sadly took a very bad hit from Irma and was soon declared uninhabitable, the residents were evacuated to Antigua when Jose approached. Barbuda is a small low-lying island just 40 miles north of Antigua with a community of about 1600 people, we had the pleasure of visiting in 2014 along with our cruising buddies Steve and Ange on s/y Pannikin which made it even more memorable.  Here are some of our memories of a very special place, lets hope the people of Barbuda can rebuild and return to their island as soon as possible.

 

Meanwhile, life on Tobago continues relatively unaffected. We usually catch a maxi-taxi down to Scarborough to visit the supermarket (an interesting ride last week when a small bird, a Bananaquit, misjudged its flight across the road and flew straight into the open window of the crowded van, flew around our heads for a bit then landed in the boot, the kind driver stopped at the top of the hill to let out the hitch hiker) but this week we decided to hire a car from Gerome at Papaye’s Kitchen in Charlotteville and took the opportunity to explore the island. It was also great to load up the car with provisions and we finally found a meat shop that actually had meat in stock, we also got our LPG cooking gas cylinders refilled at the plant near the airport.  The west coast is absolutely beautiful, the road is ‘rustic’ from Charlotteville to Parlatuvier, in a bad state of repair and overgrown in some places reducing the road to single file – it reminded us of some of the lanes on the Romney Marsh back home, just without the steep drops on one side.

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Parlatuvier Bay

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The Glasgow Bar – and the parrot – have a great view

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A clever of use of the abundant bamboo, channelling water from the small waterfalls enabling it to be easily collected

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This huge tree has taken over half the road

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The calm before the storm

Tonight we say a prayer for the Caribbean once more.

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Tropical Storm Harvey moves us on

Our nomadic lifestyle continues on.  With three potential storms brewing, one of which was headed on a track towards Barbados, we decided after checking the weather reports one morning that it would be too close for comfort.

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The 2017 hurricane season has so far been the most active since we arrived in 2013.  On Wednesday 16th Aug we not only had 3 systems developing in the Atlantic but Gert was patrolling the east coast of America as a Category 2 hurricane.

Even if the storm didn’t hit Barbados it would cause an uncomfortable sea state and most definitely another wind reversal. So we checked out with Customs and Immigration at Port St Charles and caught the bus to Bridgetown for some last minute shopping, then set sail for Tobago just 130 miles south hoping that would give us more protection. We had a great start with wind on the beam, 8 knots through the water and a good sea state.  Overnight the wind gradually weakened, just enough to sail until Tobago was in sight 25 miles away, then it died completely so the motor went on.  This wasn’t forecast so we guessed that our storm had developed a little sooner and perhaps a little further south as it sucked up all our wind.  Tropical Storm Harvey had indeed taken shape, tracking straight across Bridgetown with sustained winds of 40mph and higher gusts,  the airport recorded 115mm of rain during the night. Harvey continued to move westwards across the Caribbean Sea and 8 days later hit the coast of Texas as a strong Cat4 Hurricane.

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Arriving into Man o’ War Bay, north Tobago, late the following day reminded us of why we had loved this place so much when we last visited three years ago. Lush green rainforest rises dramatically from the emerald sea, the splashing of big fish feeding on little fish, parrots squawking in the forest, pelicans, boobies and terns dive to catch their supper and magnificent frigate birds swoop in to steal any left overs.  We had also managed to catch a beautiful Mahi Mahi fish that morning, thanks to the new fishing rod and gaff.

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He tastes as good as he looks

The sleepy fishing town of Charlotteville lies at the head of the bay, although only a small town (actually more of a village) it is a Port of Entry with Customs and Immigration.  They were closed when we arrived so we popped in to the Police station and they kindly phoned the customs officer for us.  They also walked us to the only ATM in the town to help us draw out some cash, not for security but because the machine doesn’t always work! Sure enough it was having an off day, but with some jiggling they got it to work for us (good job as credit and debit cards aren’t accepted in this town).

Within a couple of days of arriving we had made friends with a few of the locals – especially the fisherman.  They are happy to have a chat – and very often need a lift to and from their boats out on moorings.   Yesterday one of our new friends, Dave, arrived alongside Joy in his fishing boat ‘Never Too Late’ with some goodies from his garden for us.  4 huge avocados, 4 star fruit, 7 mangoes and an enormous papaya. We’re certainly getting our five-a-day.  To work off all that avocado we have had many great walks from Charlotteville, my favourite and our longest was yesterday which took us up the steep and winding road out of town towards Speyside on the east coast, then along the ridge of Flagstaff Hill to a set of towers with a pretty lookout at the summit, with stunning views back across the bay.

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The seafront at Charlotteville

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Teetering on the edge of the cliff, these sheep have a room with a view

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The fleet of small fishing boats on moorings in front of the town. The main yacht anchorage is in deeper water to the right of this photo.

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Huge wild orchids are just coming in to flower in the trees

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Joy at anchor

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The killer steps (going up anyway) lead from Pirates Bay beach to a track along the edge of the rainforest into the town.

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A squirrel feeding on the abundant mangoes

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These noisy sociable parrots can be seen and heard just about everywhere in northern Tobago.

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The anchorage just off Pirates Beach

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This avocado tree was very tempting, I had to refrain from scrumping as it was in someones garden. Further down the road however we found some roadkill, an enormous avocado the size of my head laying helplessly in the gutter.  Within a day or two it was ripe and apart from a few insect holes it was possibly the best avo we have ever had.

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The small ‘fort’ may only have two cannons but is well-kept with beautiful views

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The anchorage seen from the fort

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These two friendly boys live here, the fort adjoins their garden. What a wonderful place to hang out during the school holidays.

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A friendly ram comes to say hi

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The Red-tailed Squirrel is native to Trinidad and Tobago

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Tropical Kingbird

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This beautiful bird is a ‘Trinidad Motmot’, a close relative of the kingfisher, found only in Trinidad and Tobago.  They have an unusual tail, the end feathers look like a pair of darts.

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‘The London Bridge’ rock off the north coast can be seen from the summit of Flagstaff Hill.

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North Tobago

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Bloody Bay

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Flagstaff Hill summit

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Charlotteville

We were told that certain things can only be found in the capital, Scarborough, such as a Digicel SIM card for our internet (although Charlotteville has free wifi in the town we can’t get it onboard as our antenna has broken).  So remembering that the bus system was good, we caught a local ‘maxi-taxi’ to the capital shared with anyone else going that way.  The route is beautiful as it heads over the hills to the east coast and then along the coast to Scarborough in the south.  Just over an hour and just TT$13 each (that’s £1.50) in an air-conditioned van we arrived in the capital.  What we didn’t realise was that Digicel are no longer in town, they have relocated to a shopping mall near Crown Point on the west coast a few miles away so our journey continued and we hopped in a street car, packed with other passengers and shared the cost, and eventually got our SIM card.  It made an interesting day out especially with the breathtaking views from the bus.

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A bit of a ‘Kadoo’

We’ve had a lot of fun and relaxation anchored off of Port St Charles Barbados. We took the dinghy up on deck to replace an old patch that had started to leak, and then when it was fixed and back in the water we used it without the outboard motor to row ashore to explore, it’s easier to drag up the beach without the 50kg motor.  There is an old concrete base at the top of the beach which was a perfect out-of-the-way place to leave it on (until my foot found the broken glass after returning to it in the dark).  On Emancipation Day there were a lot of locals on the beach and in the sea, as we rowed ashore we were asked by a group if they could borrow it. Seemed harmless enough, we decided, as they had at least asked and not just taken it.  We went on a long walk out of town, to find the gulley called ‘The Whim’. Its a pretty place to walk and very cool with the forest overhanging the road and lots of green monkeys came to investigate the afternoon intruders.

 

We were pleased to discover plenty of people still having great fun in our dinghy when we got back, in return we were invited to share their breadfruit which they had baked over a fire on the beach, covered in hot pepper sauce it was delicious and we were also given some to take back with us.  It was quite funny rowing back to Joy in a dinghy full of sea water and sand, we had spent the day before giving it a good clean out!

The buses have continued to whizz us cheaply across the island, we eventually discovered that the yellow mini-buses and white ‘ZR’ vans not only had more direct routes than the islands Transport Board buses but they play loud reggae music too (much more fun).  We spent an afternoon at St Nicholas Abbey and Rum Distillery in the parish of St. Peter, built in 1658 it is one of the islands oldest surviving plantations with 400 acres of rolling sugar cane fields, tropical gullies and mahogany forests.  My favourite part (apart from sampling some very good expensive 15 year old rum at US$120 a bottle) was the home movie filmed in 1935 by one of the previous owners who lived in England    with staff managing the estate in his absence. The film shows him travelling by ship  with his family from Dover to Barbados to visit the plantation, and was narrated by his grandson who found the film 45 years later after his grandfathers death. It was fascinating to see footage of the journey which took them 2 weeks, the ship carried passengers and cargo all of which had to be offloaded into small wooden boats and rowed ashore as the ship anchored off Bridgetown.   The plantation was busy harvesting the sugar cane, donkeys and horses pulling the carts, with teams of workers ageing from just 11 years old, boys and girls. It was then processed using their steam driven mill which had replaced the windmill in 1890.

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The remains of the original Windmill which was replaced by steam in the late 1800’s

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The steam mill, built by Fletchers of Derby in England, was installed in 1890 and increased production by 10-15% over the original windmill.

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This is ‘Annabelle’ the distillery, a beautiful piece of engineering

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The outhouse fitted with a four-seated privy!

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This Sandbox Tree is over 400 years old, it is nicknamed ‘monkey-no-climb’ due to the dark pointed spines on the trunk!

 Just before we left to walk the track through the fields to the nearest bus stop, we thought we would have a refreshing local Banks beer at the bar and sit in the cool courtyard – my eyes widened at the request for BB$24 (US$12) for two bottles of beer. We have been paying BB$10-12 for 4 beers anywhere else so this came as a shock to the system.

After two full days of torrential rain we had a very sudden wind reversal in the early evening putting us on a lee shore, despite only blowing at 20-25 knots a very nasty sea state soon followed.  We sat for two hours with the engine on ready to go to sea as we horsed and bucked close to shore with its reef and rocky breakwaters seemingly ever closer behind us, the sound of the surf smashing down on them no longer therapeutic but unnerving.  Our CQR anchor thankfully didn’t budge, but as the conditions were bad and the risk of ending up on the shore were great if things failed we decided to do shifts on anchor watch through the night, keeping a check on our instruments and gear.  A steady stream of nervous local boats passed by during the night and entered the private inner lagoon at Port St Charles to escape the waves.  It was a long night.  As day dawned and the sea state started to calm we noticed a local sailing boat was missing from its mooring close by, we found it on the beach the other side of Port St Charles. A wooden fishing boat hadn’t been so lucky and had smashed onto the rocky breakwater.  Another casualty of this strange weather event was our beautiful sandy beach, half of it had gone creating a large step half-way up the beach (very unfriendly to dinghy-dragging) and a steep ledge of shingle has been revealed at the shore line.

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A soft landing for this local sailing boat after its mooring failed overnight

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By mid-morning a crane had arrived to retrieve the fishing boat off the rocks, but it sadly couldn’t lift the sailing boat and she remains on the beach over a week later

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Where has all the sand gone?!

 

We sailed back down to Carlisle Bay, Bridgetown last weekend ready for ‘Kadooment Day’  (a Bajan term meaning ‘a big occasion filled with fun and merriment’) which marks the end of their 4 month ‘Crop-Over’ Carnival season which celebrates a traditional harvest festival dating back to the times of sugar cane plantations. The 9km carnival procession passes through the streets of Bridgetown, so we joined the crowds at Spring Garden Highway where the street is lined with lively bars, food vendors, and market stalls. It’s also where the procession ends, probably not the best place to have watched from as the participants where pretty hot and exhausted by the time they reached this point.  It’s all about feathers, body painting, bootie shakes and bumping and grinding – and of course loud music and dancing. It was excellent for a spot of people-watching and to try some of the local dishes such as fish cakes (more like deep-fried doughnuts with pieces of flaked fish and herbs – we went back for seconds) and macaroni pie.

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Evening All…

 

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A Day at the Races ‘Bajan’ style

Barbados has a beautiful race track within its historical Garrison Savannah area not far from the hustle and bustle of Bridgetown.  ‘The Season of Emancipation Raceday’ was their 6th race day of the 2nd racing season and well attended, not only inside the grounds but outside too, plenty of people were setting up their picnics on the outside of the track where a grassy area along the roadside has benches and even bookmakers.

We chose to pay for seats in the grandstand to enjoy the atmosphere and some well needed shade, and it was great to wander around in between the races and watch the horses being brought back and forth from the stables across the road (and of course visit the bar).   Eight races took up a beautiful afternoon, we had a small wager on each race (BB$2, that’s about 80p) but only managed to pick one winner.

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This dapper gentleman was one of the starting officials

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After all that excitement we were brought back down to earth with Tropical Storm Don developing in the Atlantic heading for the Windward Islands, the forecasters were pretty certain it would pass about 90 miles south of Barbados heading towards Grenada so we stayed put in Carlisle Bay and let out a little more scope on our anchor chain.  Nothing more than a gusty day with a short burst of heavy rain in the afternoon but overnight the passing storm had created some pretty nasty swell which rammed us literally up the backside, pushing us forward on our anchor and getting us uncomfortably close to the relatively unaffected catamaran that had anchored in front.  At 1.30am we reset our anchor but within minutes were pushed forward again towards the catamaran.  It was a sleepless night for both of us.

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Tropical Storm Don passes south of Barbados

We accidentally ended up in Bathsheba on the east coast one day when we missed our stop on the bus, the bus turns around here and heads back to town so we stayed on board after the bus driver informed us that the bus doesn’t actually follow the route published on their website (well, this is the Caribbean after all). He very kindly dropped us off close enough and gave us walking directions instead.  But the sight of Bathsheba from the bus made us want to go back for a proper visit,  so back we went a few days later with a pack lunch and some beers.  Bathsheba is a small seaside village on the Atlantic side of the Island, surf crashes in over the reef and fit young surfers come here to enjoy it.  We sat by an area called the ‘Soup Bowl’ where they hold surf competitions, and watched them for ages.

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This ‘Silver Argiope’ or wasp spider had built a very elaborate web covering a huge cactus. As I bent down to take a photo I dropped my lens cap which bounced off the verge and deep into the web-entangled undergrowth (typical me). Brave Jez rummaged to retrieve it, whilst he was up close and personal he took this photo. Luckily for him she was more interested in prey that hadn’t been soaked in rum all night:-)

On Tuesday we had a glorious beam reach 10 mile sail back up to Port St Charles on the north west of the island, it is a little rolly anchored here particularly at night when the wind drops but the tranquility and beautiful views make up for it.  The water is lovely and clear and the snorkeling is great with a large diversity of fish and a few Hawksbill turtles, plus we have the added bonus of swimming ashore every day and walking the sandy beach.  On our first morning here we woke up to a huge school of juvenile fish seeking shelter in Joy’s shadow with a very large barracuda patrolling the perimeter, on the sea bed were loads of very plump starfish, I counted 22, all clearly visible from deck with 6.5 metres of water beneath us. There were none to be seen the previous day when we had snorkeled to check our anchor, apparently adults can move at 20 metres per hour over sand.

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Barbados is certainly a very special place.

 

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Bobbing in Barbados

June was a stressful month where storm warnings were concerned, after two potential threats passed us by we decided to escape the protection of Martinique and sail to Barbados. With the wind a little north of east we set sail mid afternoon to windward once again for the 105 mile bash, heavily laden of course with French goodies.   Once out of the channel between Martinique and St Lucia the sea state calmed a little and by early morning we had Barbados in sight, only needing a short tack in the lee of the island to make it to our anchorage on the north west coast at Port St Charles.  Jez caught a fish on passage with his new (birthday) fishing rod but as he brought it on deck in the early hours when I was off watch, it siezed the moment noting the lack of crew and with two fins up to the captain he slipped the hook and bounced off the deck into the blue once more. It was pork and rice for supper again.

Checking in at Port St Charles was easy and the officials were super friendly, usually they want the boat docked against their purpose built wooden jetty for check in but it was only about 35 feet long and a little ‘flimsey’ looking for Joy so we anchored off and took the dinghy in.  From the first floor of the customs office the officials had a good view of Joy and so this wasn’t a problem for them. Jez asked how long we could stay and the customs officer said ”forever”!  I think we’re going to like it here.

The island is about 21 miles long and 14 miles wide with miles of clean sandy beaches and crystal clear water, so its easy to see why tourists flock here. Barbados was colonised by the British about 400 years ago, until they won their independence in 1966 under the leadership of Errol Barrow who became their first prime minister. He is now a national hero and there are many statues on the island honouring him.

Port St Charles is the posh end of the island, with multi-million dollar condos and upmarket apartments, and the very exclusive marina sports a helipad. We swam to the beach from Joy to walk along the coast and explored the small nearby town of Speightstown which has some neat colourful buildings and a promenade with lots of bars and restaurants.  It was nice to see plenty of street vendors selling an array of locally grown produce.

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After a few days relaxing and swimming we got permission from customs to move anchorages (the coastguard patrols the area and needs to know where you’re going to be) and we sailed down to Carlisle Bay which is close to the capital of Barbados, Bridgetown. Here life isn’t so tranquil with lots of bars lining the beach with competing loud music and jet bikes roar around churning up the water.  But its a great place to explore from, as the town has an inner harbour where you can safely dock the dinghy and it happens to be very close to the bus terminal where you can go anywhere on the island for just BB$2 each way, that’s about 80p!   So we caught a bus to Hunte’s Garden which is a beautiful botanical garden built in a sink hole in the rainforest, and home to its creator the legendary horticulturist Anthony Hunte.  Bus rides are always a good way to observe island life, quaint little wooden houses line many of the streets, mongoose bravely rummage through bins and monkeys play chicken in the road.  Once out of town you can see why there is an abundance of local produce with rich orangey brown earth nurturing neat rows of veggies. We saw a well maintained banana plantation and sheep grazing the roadside verges, Caribbean style (very free range), and ‘Sugar Hill’ lives up to its name with fields of sugar cane swaying in the afternoon breeze. The gardens were well worth visiting.

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Situated in Carlisle Bay is a small marine park with a few wrecks creating artificial reefs. We tried snorkelling it as our scuba tanks need refilling but they were too deep so we swam over to an area where some tour boats were all congregating with lots of people in the water, thinking there must be something worth looking at there.  Then we spotted a turtle, then two, then a huge turtle came straight up to me and looked me in the goggles. I reached out and stroked its shell (naughty I know but too tempting and he didn’t seem to mind) disturbing the thin layer of green algae coating its back.  The tour operators feed them here, and as a result they are friendly and inquisitive.  It was fun even though it goes against the grain a little.

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Another bonus of being in Carlisle Bay is each morning we get treated with horses swimming out from the beach almost to the boat, usually three are brought out each with a handler to exercise in the warm waters.  We walked from Bridgetown to find the race course yesterday, situated in the historic Garrison area just outside town, and their next meet is this Saturday so we are looking forward to a day at the races before we sail back up to Port St Charles to explore the north of the island and in particular the rum distillery, weather permitting of course.

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The Storm Approaches

Mother nature always has a way of changing our plans, dictating what we do and where we go, a reminder that she is the most powerful element of our lives as sailing folk.  We have been watching a strong tropical wave associated with an area of low pressure winging its way across the Atlantic from the African coast over the past week. Becoming more organised as it progresses west, warnings have now been issued to the southern Windward Islands as well as Venezuela and the Dutch islands of Bonaire, Curacao and Aruba.  We were almost set to head south from Martinique for the hurricane season, yet this storm will pass over Grenada and Trinidad which are two of the most popular hide outs for yachties during this active storm season.

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Double Trouble – Tropical Storm Two approaches the Caribbean as another system develops over the Yucatan Peninsular

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Here in Martinique (third main island up from the dark green zone in the picture above) we are forecast to get 25-30 knots which is pretty much what we are getting today and we will escape the storm force winds, as the system passes beneath us over Trinidad and Tobago early tomorrow morning bringing heavy rain. So here we stay for a few more days.

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Martinique Magic

Back on board after three months away was a strange feeling, she was in pretty good condition in the marina all but a couple of scuff marks left by neighbouring boats with poor boat handling skills.  We of course arrived with much larger suitcases than we left with, packed full of boat parts, Primark clothes and a precious stock of tea leaves.

Returning to our ‘other’ life took a few days to get used to, and after some re-provisioning we left our hot mosquito filled marina berth and anchored out in the bay whilst we waited for our water maker part to arrive from France.  We have been waiting for this since last year, our existing 11 year old Aquabase watermaker has several leaks and the unit is not repairable, so the company gave us an exchange on the part and actually what arrived was just about a whole new watermaker.  The newer model uses larger diameter fittings which not only caused a lot of work re-plumbing but lots of trips to the various chandleries too.  Lifting the main unit which has the hydraulic amplifier and membrane into place was tricky in a small space in the engine room as it weighs around 60 kilos. Ten days later, we are up and running producing 70 litres an hour (our old one had got down to 30), its great not to have to buy bottled water for drinking anymore.

There is not a huge amount of wildlife here in the bay, we rarely see fish jumping out late in the day and there is a distinct lack of sea birds.  The funniest encounter was whilst we were in the marina, I noticed a small green heron jump on to a mooring rope on the boat opposite and sit very still looking into the water beneath him.  I was expecting him to dive in any second, when he swung upside down still hanging on to the rope and plucked a small fish out of the water, then swung back upright and swallowed his catch.   He was back again the next evening, same rope, same routine. A skilled gymnast of a feathered variety, priceless.

Priceless, sadly, the beer is not. A case of the local ‘Lorraine Blonde’ will set you back a hefty 34 euros – thats a little over £30. Good job the wine is cheap at £3.50 a litre otherwise Captain would be on serious rations, well we are on a budget.  There are three good sized supermarkets to choose from in Le Marin all in walking distance, the Leader Price even has its own dinghy dock, and the local market has a good selection of fresh produce with locally produced salad leaves and eggs.

Today we have a very wet tropical wave over us (a trough of low pressure which passes over the Caribbean from the African coast, they come across every 3 to 4 days and if conditions are right these can turn into cyclones at this time of year) so its strictly indoor jobs today as Joy gets a very thorough freshwater wash down. So now we are waiting for a weather window to head south, we haven’t made our minds up yet exactly where we are going and who knows maybe the weather will end up deciding for us.

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This beautiful cactus tree is just coming into flower

 

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A short walk from the marina is the Carrefour, just turn left at the bull

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These local sailing boats are often enjoying themselves in the bay. Crew members act as mobile ballast hanging further out on poles as the wind pipes up and scurrying back onboard in-between the gusts to avoid a drenching

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A colourful visitor in the anchorage

 

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Hard aground – who put that reef there?

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The Green, Green Grass of Home

As always in life, some things just don’t go to plan. Shortly after arriving in St Thomas from the beautiful Puerto Rico, we had news that my Mum was poorly and we decided to dash home to look after her.  So we made our way to Martinique where marina berths are pretty reasonable for the Caribbean and shut up shop.  It was the first time we had left the boat since leaving the UK four years ago, it was a real strange feeling but our family needed us.

Despite the memory of grey skies, rain and of course the cold etched into my brain, we were pleasantly surprised with a dry spring developing back home.  This certainly helped ease us back into ‘normal’ life, although with day time temps around 10 celsius it still felt a little chilly. Thank goodness for open log fires!  As spring sprung in Kent, March and April saw clear skies and temperatures regularly rising to around 18, allowing plenty of sitting out in the sunny garden and wonderful dog walks, although now our crops are a bit desperate for some rain.

I have appreciated the beauty of Kent so much more than I did when we lived here.  With fields full of oilseed rape with blazing yellow flowers, bluebells in the woods, butterflies and bees taking full advantage, birds singing and lambs bleeting, all these visions & sounds of beauty will be tucked away in my memory bank for our return to the Caribbean.

 

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Glorious bluebells at Hole Park Estate in Rolvenden

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Fragrant wild garlic overhangs the path through the woods

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Feebee looks out over a field of wheat

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The caterpillar of the Brown-Tail Moth has so many hairs it can cause allergies and breathing problems on windy days!  It was wonderful to watch their progress in this ‘nursery’ on my evening dog walks.

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A baby black bird in Mum’s garden

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Romanian Rescue ‘Jimi’ is such a cutie

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Daisy determined to squeeeeeeze into Jimi’s bed!

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Gold finch surveying the gardens

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Jez’s project during our visit was to rebuild a stable wall with reclaimed materials from the farm

So now our time back in England is almost over, the last three months have flown by so quickly and thankfully my Mum has made an excellent recovery.  It has been wonderful to spend time here and catch up with friends and family, but next week we will be reunited with  Joy in the Caribbean to continue our adventures.

 

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