After a month in St. Lucia, we enjoyed a comfortable day sail to the north end of the Windward Islands. Ah, Martinique – the island of baguettes, cheese, pate and wine.
The closest Customs and Immigration office was in Marin at the southeast corner of the island.
Here are some stats we found online. The yacht is Russian-owned, German-built, cost $300 million and is 120 metres long. There’s a helipad on the foredeck and a pool on the aft deck. If you ever needed evidence that money doesn’t guarantee taste? Case closed.
We’ve been back in Clarke’s Court Bay since Sunday. It’s still early in the season so it’s fairly quiet here. That will change over the next month or two. We enjoyed a double birthday celebration on Tuesday evening.
Bob is the owner of Clarke's Court Bay Marina and the birthday boy. On the right is Jenny, the manager and number one barkeep – she’s the birthday girl. That’s Monica in the middle, Jenny’s mom. Great party.
So here we are at home. Home - this one simple word gets around. ‘Beach House’ is home, Grenada is home, and I’m getting ready to head HOME for a few months. To Canada, to family, to friends. My favourite definition for ‘home’ from my trusty Funk and Wagnall’s?
“A place dear because of personal relationships or feelings of comfort and security.”
That would apply to all of our homes.