Another afternoon off. This time we walked the Glassy trail at Boetica. I’d forgotten how pleasant it was. Along the way we were able to identify bay and cinnamon trees, jumbie bead (abrus precatorius), rosalba (clerodendron phillipinum), and black stick (pachystachys coccinea). The volcanic landscape and salt water pools are unusual and very photogenic. They were teeming with life – juvenile sergeant majors, surgeon fish, lizard fish, wrasse and a variety of molluscs and nudibranches. Just as I slipped into one, a tour guide turned up with a dozen or so tourists in toe and declared the pool I was in stagnant and unfit for bathing. Instead, he made them all take it in turns to take a dip in the smallest one, located closest to a very calm ocean. “Don’t turn your back on the sea !” he yelled at them as if reprimanding children. They all looked rather fed up and Celia gave me those ‘leave it, don’t say anything to him’ eyes. I had come across this particular guide before and witnessed him lording it up and talking complete nonsense. There’s a fine line between claiming to be an expert and looking a fool.
After a pleasant walk and a refreshing dip in a ‘stagnant’ yet remarkably lively salt water pool, we called in at Aunty Joan’s house in Delices where, as usual, I lost myself in her wonderful garden. I chopped a coconut and drank the water, then eventually managed to tear myself away, leaving with an armful of cuttings, a pumpkin and, of course, God’s blessings.
Glassy reminds me a little of the Owia Salt Ponds on the north coast of St Vincent. Owia is much larger and certainly more spectacular than Glassy but I do like our own little pools. Here’s a photo I took of Owia when I was last there in 2009.