Enjoyed a cold beer with Irma while a peaceful Atlantic lapped against the deserted Batibou shoreline and the late afternoon sun stole away to the west.
I’m walking to the boiling lake on Friday. Maybe I’ll see you on the trail. I’ll be the fella who’s 6-month-old Merrells are already falling apart, dammit. postscript My shoes made it, just. They’re now falling apart on my porch. It was a nice walk, though rainy on the return journey. Bumped into a few […]
Aunty Joan and her neighbour Agnes live in the sleepy village of Delices on the south east coast of Dominica. Set against a backdrop of rainforest-covered mountains, their gardens are magical places, linked by a network of labrynthine tracks that meander between raised vegetable beds, chicken coups, countless fruit trees and colourful sprays of tropical […]