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Ever go somewhere and start thinking about never leaving? Saint Lucia felt like that. In a grand wooden house on the Mount Du Cap ridge of Gros Islet, there were palms in the garden, vines on the old terrace, and uninterrupted views over the bumps and hills and pitons until the line of the sky. Under the jewelled stars, ovidian clouds, opulent storms and caramel sunsets, it felt like we might just stay forever.

Ever go somewhere and start thinking about never leaving? Saint Lucia felt like that. In a grand wooden house on the Mount Du Cap ridge of Gros Islet, there were palms in the garden, vines on the old terrace, and uninterrupted views over the bumps and hills and pitons until the line of the sky. Under the jewelled stars, ovidian clouds, opulent storms and caramel sunsets, it felt like we might just stay forever.

Saint Lucia

Naked dips in the shaded foliage of hot afternoons. Snorkelling in unison with the little squadrons of neon squid. Swinging in the 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 the 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. 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.
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ANTHONY ELLIS