The morning flew by as we caught up on a few chores. I was determined to try and clean the windows of salt, but a difficult task not to leave them all streaky! And some of the salt feels etched in, Rowan thinks its not worth doing but I feel if it accumulates we may in time never see out! Rowan had his zoom call with his 'boys walking group', I can assure you they can't accuse us of deviating off topic in our book group!
Phoeb's photos of our gorgeous irises in the garden
After lunch we went ashore in Jeldi Jeldi onto the beach. We wiggled our way through town which was pretty ghostly and rundown. There seems to be no planning as they have built ghastly places right onto the beach. Where we were anchored was definitely the nicest spot. Just on the other side of the peninsular from us is a big marina jammed full with boats, we found the little supermarket there, minimal supplies, but did have a wonderful Magnum ice creams, what a huge treat after all these months!
We then walked back to our beach and decided to go and explore the end of the peninsular. We came across a very skinny local and discovered he had a little squat tucked in the bushes near the beach. We thought it was a little weird as there were old concrete paths and steps all overgrown so we headed a little further to a knoll right at the end of the peninsular and discovered an old fort all overgrown and derelict. It obviously had been modernised over the years, and had been a prison at some stage. What was weird was in the middle under modern metal beams there was tiered seating and on the wall of the prison a large rectangle painted white., it looks like it must have been for showing movies. At the top section of seats was a huge old bit of equipment that looked like an ancient projector. It's all been abandoned and we could find nothing about it in the guide books, but looks like it has become the home of graffiti artists. We found two very old rusty canons, it would have made a very good defensive spot opposite the fort in Fort-de-France. Rowan thinks the canons date from the late 1800's. It was all a little eerie especially with the homeless guy who is camped there almost as gate keeper. He disappeared to the left of the ruins as we went right, which unnerved me a bit. He had a huge wheelie bin from the council so obviously is well known there. We were amused as he has obviously furnished his camp with salvaged goods, including a wind generator from a boat, it whizzes around but clearly not connected to anything, he must just like the noise or see it as a garden ornament.
Our homeless chap's sculpture
We stumbled across this
Prison cells
God knows how this car got here, there is no road up here!
Movie screen with terraced seating?
Felt like being back in Cambodia
Rowan made delicious rum and guava juice cocktails with a bit of lime, while we had a chat with Lovat (my nephew in the BVI) and Monique. They have taken delivery of our dinghy that we had bought out there, as that was initially where PolePole was being shipped. Rowan always said the guy he bought it off seemed to be ultra relaxed, which he proved to be when he delivered it to Lovat without the motor! Anyhow so lovely to catch up with the two of them who were in tremendous spirits.
We thought about watching a movie, but by 9pm the two of us were nodding off, so not worth it! We enjoyed the last of our big super moon this year.
Super moon through PolePole's many sheets!
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