A down-pour day

By 11am we get a break in the rain. And, racing the dark, wet clouds, make a dinghy-dash for shore.. It's a hot and foggy car-ride with rolled-up windows and wipers doing double time. Again we climb steep switchbacks up over and down the central "Main Ridge", this time with rivers of rain flowing beside us.. Along the coast, down by the bays, the winds are blowing up quite a surf; its breaking over the rickety wooden sheds, the cafes, bars and small groceries. And it breaks over the road, adding salt water to the rain beating down.
Between each bay, Kings Bay, Queens, Princes, then Roxborough, Goldsborough, Hillsborough, there are headlands to climb up, then down again. Scarborough is a long and winding drive along the Atlantic coast.

In Scarborough we use the rainy day to browse in "Cotton House, a mostly batikk gift shop. We don't leave empty-handed. Exhausted by all this shopping we stop at "The Blue Crab" for lunch. Proprieter, Allison Sardinha is busy, alone with a "greenhouse" veranda full of tourists. She's laughing, thanking God for all these customer's, But why all at one time? Where do they come from? After a bit we get a table and a good kingfish lunch.

We leave a still rainy Scarborough and head further down the coast towards Crown Pt., near the airport. Buccoo is a village near the point, Store Bay in the middle, with about 10 sailboats anchored and Pidgean Pt, with an entrance fee park further on to the north.
Still raining, we drive on to see Grafton Beach Resort. Where friends (Ludvig and Aase Egeland and Inger Johanne and Gjermund Roirsland) will soon be staying.
Having mistaken us for full-pension residents, like everyone else here, we get a cup of coffee and cake on the lovely, dark-wood veranda overlooking the sea. And the pool. The pool, a level lower, is unobtrusive, especially in the rain. It contains a sunken bar, the bar-stools under water. "Neptune", a good seafood restaurant, is over the bar. With a fabulous sundown view of the Caribbean Sea.

On a sunny day.