Morne aux Diables is the backdrop as the sun goes down over the red rocks at Pointe Baptiste on Dominica’s north east coast.
DREAMS OF A WISTFUL NOMAD By Paul Crask Kylius The kitchen of the Sturm und Drang was a hive of activity. A small army of cooks and waiters ran back and forth, shouting instructions at each other, chopping ingredients with… Continue Reading
Here’s a bird’s eye view of west central Dominica from the top of Morne Trois Pitons, the island’s second tallest peak and namesake of our very own UNESCO World Heritage Site. The vegetation at the top is predominantly clusia (known… Continue Reading
Here’s a picture from my archives. It’s the Boiling Lake in Dominica taken from a high ridge to the west which is the furthest point you can walk along an old and very infrequently used trail from the Freshwater Lake.
DREAMS OF A WISTFUL NOMAD By Paul Crask Kylius The first thing that struck him was the snow. A fierce blizzard whipped a flurry of snowflakes through the chill air, partially obscuring the dark stone buildings that framed the narrow… Continue Reading
I’m experimenting with a living fence along the southern boundary of my garden. In England I would have used willow for this task but it doesn’t grow here so I’m trying glory cedar (Gliricidia sepium) instead. Fortunately after I had… Continue Reading
DREAMS OF A WISTFUL NOMAD By Paul Crask the nomad “No need to apologise,” said the gatekeeper. “How about detective ?” “Monsieur ?” “We have needed a new detective for a while. And I know of a case that has… Continue Reading
DREAMS OF A WISTFUL NOMAD By Paul Crask the nomad He had walked for about an hour along the old road before the wall of the town finally came into view. It was so tall and imposing that it seemed… Continue Reading
I was a Leeds Uni student when I discovered Kurt Vonnegut. His books were a constant distraction from the texts I was supposed to be reading. Thanks to an article in the Guardian newspaper today, I’ve learned there’s even more… Continue Reading