A significant part of the cruise completed now, the Atlantic is behind us and the Caribbean Sea ahead.
Waking to a new view this morning, no longer waves rushing past, but a massive cliff of white steel and glass. Britannia is certainly impressive, as no doubt Titanic was to those people seeing such a big ship for the first time, but it wasn't designed to appeal to the clientele aboard Black Watch.
Breakfast appealed much more than looking at Britannia though, and as always, it was difficult to decide which of the many tasty options to go for. Kippers and black pudding has become a firm favourite recently.
Ten o'clock loomed though and we checked out of Black Watch for the day and walked out of the port complex to find Mary & John.
Exactly on time Mary appeared just beyond the gates and we all piled into the car for John to whisk us off to Hunte's Gardens in the lush hills of the St. Joseph district.
Below is supposed to be a guide to the many flora and fauna one might see, but we found many things that weren't listed.
Advertised as "the most enchanting place on earth" it was certainly something very special. A riot of plants, many flowering with blooms of spectacular colour, and interesting animals for those who looked more closely.
The last of the above photos was a particularly interesting plant, mimosa pudica. It's touch sensitive and, as shown in the centre leaf, when touched lightly, the leaf folds up.
Followed up by pink lemonade (or rum punch forsome one of us) in the colonial house, it made a very peaceful and relaxing break from the Atlantic.
Then off to Bathsheba, the beach thereof to be exact. Being on the wild Atlantic coast, the breakers were rolling in with monotonous regularity, many of them quite sizeable. Surfers were visible a little way up the beach, some of them getting wiped out in quite spectacular fashion.
After admiring the view, especially the undercut rocks, we repaired to a simple but pleasant little café under the coconut palms, right on the beach.
They had flying fish on the menu so I had to try them, having seen the real things in action just a few hours previously. In general, fish, saltwater especially, are rarely seen except by divers, so I was pleased to sample this local delicacy, and enjoyed it greatly.
The local bird life was quite amenable to posing for a photo as well.
Then back to Mary and John's for coffee and socialising before returning to the ship. Mary had mentioned that they had monkeys visiting late afternoon most days, but they didn't appear when expected.
Fortunately for us though, just as we were about to go, they appeared:
This was the daddy of the family group. We saw baby as well but not mummy. Both parents apparently usually keep themselves visible to draw attention away from baby.
Waking to a new view this morning, no longer waves rushing past, but a massive cliff of white steel and glass. Britannia is certainly impressive, as no doubt Titanic was to those people seeing such a big ship for the first time, but it wasn't designed to appeal to the clientele aboard Black Watch.
Breakfast appealed much more than looking at Britannia though, and as always, it was difficult to decide which of the many tasty options to go for. Kippers and black pudding has become a firm favourite recently.
Ten o'clock loomed though and we checked out of Black Watch for the day and walked out of the port complex to find Mary & John.
Exactly on time Mary appeared just beyond the gates and we all piled into the car for John to whisk us off to Hunte's Gardens in the lush hills of the St. Joseph district.
Below is supposed to be a guide to the many flora and fauna one might see, but we found many things that weren't listed.
Advertised as "the most enchanting place on earth" it was certainly something very special. A riot of plants, many flowering with blooms of spectacular colour, and interesting animals for those who looked more closely.
The last of the above photos was a particularly interesting plant, mimosa pudica. It's touch sensitive and, as shown in the centre leaf, when touched lightly, the leaf folds up.
Followed up by pink lemonade (or rum punch for
Then off to Bathsheba, the beach thereof to be exact. Being on the wild Atlantic coast, the breakers were rolling in with monotonous regularity, many of them quite sizeable. Surfers were visible a little way up the beach, some of them getting wiped out in quite spectacular fashion.
After admiring the view, especially the undercut rocks, we repaired to a simple but pleasant little café under the coconut palms, right on the beach.
They had flying fish on the menu so I had to try them, having seen the real things in action just a few hours previously. In general, fish, saltwater especially, are rarely seen except by divers, so I was pleased to sample this local delicacy, and enjoyed it greatly.
The local bird life was quite amenable to posing for a photo as well.
Then back to Mary and John's for coffee and socialising before returning to the ship. Mary had mentioned that they had monkeys visiting late afternoon most days, but they didn't appear when expected.
Fortunately for us though, just as we were about to go, they appeared:
This was the daddy of the family group. We saw baby as well but not mummy. Both parents apparently usually keep themselves visible to draw attention away from baby.
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