One doesn’t know what the storm will do, so the main thing is to find shelter with plenty of time to set up.
This story is about fond memories of seriously good fun shared in younger years with a remarkable family that I introduced to sailing dinghies. Nostalgia. Lovely.
Bequia’s western peninsula, from Moon Hole Arch to West End, has a scattering of fanciful stone houses. I once lived there – kind of.
Get comfortable, this is a long one.
