Paradise: Saltwhistle Bay!

Just a narrow sandy isthmus, palm trees and leafy bushes between us and the white surf of the windward waters. Here, anchored in 2 meters of turquise water over a sandy bottom, we've sailed right into "Paradise". Just a ripple in this little coral reef guarded bay, the cooling breeze in our hair. Among the palms big black silhouettes of pelicans fishing on the windward side, as the setting sun paints a stroke of gold over the greenery. Thatched palm huts shade tables of the little Saltwhistle resort further along the beach. No, we're not alone in this centrally located paradise , they're are 12 boats now in this tight-packed ancorage. We have "Veto" to starboard, "Christiania" a bit further back, on the rolly outer edge of the bay.

We've had "Christiania" dead ahead on our way over (again!), the crew of two adults hard at it pulling up and down the various sails on this old gaff-rigged ketch. Quite a work-out!
The stepping stone path of windward islands in the Grenadines , rounded and fuzzy green. Far from the rust-red and jagged Cape Verde Islands. From Bequia we have Mustique to port, then we pass close by Canouan. Catholic Rock to starboard just before we approach Mayreau's Saltwhistle Bay, the first little leeward bay on the island. We have Tobago Cays just wet for us now. So now you know how to find Paradise!