Staring at goats

Carriacou is a very small, very quiet island. I imagine in season there’s more activity, and we may actually go back there for a regatta in late July, depending on weather, but for the few days we were there it was pretty much fast asleep. We were anchored in Tyrrel Bay around the corner from the capital of Hillsborough because the holding was reportedly better. We looked at the map and decided since there wasn’t much going on in Tyrrel Bay we would walk into town. It looked to be about a half mile across a sandy peninsula.

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It ended up being several miles in brutal heat during which we saw few people, a lot of goats, and many businesses shuttered for the season. We finally got to Hillsborough and a little more action, relatively speaking, but by that time we were so drained from the heat that we could barely appreciate it.

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We found the bus stop and gladly waited in the shade for a ride back to Tyrrel Bay.

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That night we celebrated Walter’s birthday at the Lazy Turtle along with the crew of Field Trip, who created a beautiful card and poem to commemorate Walter’s big day, read here by Elizabeth, who also painted the picture of Flying Cloud.

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