|Near Port St Charles, on the west coast|
Barbados was the ideal place to rest up after the crossing. We lay at anchor in Carlisle Bay with just a handful of other boats. Apart from the moronic jetskiers who came from the cruise ships most afternoons and treated the yachts as a kind of obstacle course (is any other ‘sport’ so inherently anti-social?), we were undisturbed. More pleasant were the race horses swimming around the anchorage in the mornings, along with the occasional turtle.