With about two days to go before Sam’s expected arrival into Port St Charles, excitement was enhanced by
a golden sunset, which is almost a cliché. Not in Port St Charles.
Jessica watches as Louisa shows her photographs to Dixie Dean, the Society’s cameraman.
Birds like the Yellow breasted Sunbury,
and the Barbados Bullfinch, the only indigenous species, which is found nowhere else, take advantage of nature’s camouflage,
as does the land crab.
and the sanderling don’t seem to need it.
This gentleman demonstrates the method of releasing milk from a coconut.
For a number of years my friend bo Beolens, who has written a number of bird books and who, as Fatbirder, runs an international birding website used my picture of the Lesser Antillean Bullfinch to illustrate his Barbados page.
Just before the expected arrival time even the previously bright blue Caribbean Sea darkened,
and a rainbow arced over Port St Charles.
I was regularly in touch with Radio Nottingham to deliver live updates from my mobile phone. That night, I opened our balcony doors so that listeners could hear the deafening waves crashing in from the Atlantic. Unknown to me, these were the forces that had caused Sam to drop his anchor to prevent him from arriving during the night.