Flagstaff Hill, revisited

No beach trips today. The dinghies safely tied up, and even pulled out of the water, at the pier. We're off on a hike: "Snorre", the "Felicie"-four, and "Babette".
The Windward Road climbs up, up, up "The Ridge", switchbacking steeply. The entertainment along the way is excellent: Vine and airplant covered trees. Fabulous red-flowered succulants perched mid-tree. And birds! Lots of cheery,chirping bananaquits, flocks of black, parrot-beaked Anis, bright blue Tanangers, called "Blue Jeans"! And Tobago's turkey-like brown bird, the Chachalaca.

About mid-hill Oernulf and I find a rickety bamboo bench with a view of the bay and the village, postcard pretty. And wait.
We have a telephone appointment with Kevin, now living in Bergen. It's visiting hours at Haukeland Hospital and Kevin will give us a chance to speak a few words with Sondre, operated on after his diving accident. Just a few minutes to hear how things are going after the operation. And to tell him we are thinking of him. It's good to hear Sondres cheerful voice!

Then we are on our way up again. Up towards Flagstaff Hill. Another stop at "The Rastafari Man"'s house. He has a taxi service, and a beautiful house and garden with a spectacular ocean view. And lots of sugar-water feeders for the tiny busy hummingbirds whizzing suddenly into sight.

The panorama view from Flagstaff Hill is not bad either. This time without rain. "London Bridge" island, with its hole right through, "St. Giles" Island beside it, lying frothy on restless seas.
And "Man of War Bay, with our own little turquiose cove,"Pirates' Bay". And Charlotteville village, all leafy green and laid-back with palm-strand beaches.