Iyonola

Naked dips in the shaded foliage of hot afternoons. Snorkelling in unison with little squadrons of neon squid. Swinging in a love seat and snacking at the bar of the Naked Fisherman. Practising our sailing in the high Caribbean winds off Rodney Bay with its old rum port and Signal Peak.

A couple of Arcadian weeks later, we took a bumpy track to the South of the Island and Tet Rouge. We passed under and climbed over the sheer exclamations of the two Pitons, Gros and Petit, and idled for hours amongst the tropical blooms of Diamond Falls. With Vision, we climbed the dew-lapped, forested slopes of Mount Gimie to spy the island’s shy orioles and parrots. Our dear, clear-eyed and lucid island oracle. He knew we’d leave and foretold a return. One day I hope I’ll fulfil his prophesy.