|Pastries & iced coffee at Geraud's|
Still, it looked even prettier in the morning sunlight, so we made some pictures and I even clambered over the rocks on the far right to see what was on the other side (more of the same, with Crocus Bay in the background). Then we grabbed the sand together and headed off in search of Limestone Bay. At one point we had a nice view back across the island to where we'd been.
Limestone Bay was easy to get to and we passed a couple of jaw-dropping villas along the way, and the public access for it was immediately next to an abandoned building bearing the sign Limestone Cafe. We'd half-expected the beach to be deserted, but there was a Rasta guy enjoying a dip in the water when we arrived, and by the time we turned back to our car, there was another car there. A Dutch couple approached us, asking for directions to Little Bay. Apparently they didn't know that it was accessible only by boat or by climbing down the cliff.
Once we left Limestone Bay, it seemed natural to seek out Blackgarden Bay, which on the map looked like it was just one cove over. We drove around, backtracked, and still never managed to find it. Once again, the gravel track "road" had grown up in the middle, and we were very wary of getting weeds jammed up in the undercarriage, not to mention our fear of getting stuck on the rough-cut coral and having to call for help. So discretion being the better part of valor and all that, we turned around to Limestone Bay and headed out to the main road. If anybody reading this *has* found Blackgarden Bay by car, I'd love to get explicit directions from you how the heck to do it.
From there, we drove directly to AARF to drop off the collars and leashes we'd brought to the island for them and so we could meet the kitty we would be transporting back to the US. Wonder of wonders, there were no pups or adult dogs in need of adoption that week, and only a few kitties were around. We took some photos and I cuddled a recent intake: an absolutely loving black & white young cat, just shy of being full grown (maybe eight months?). Our kitty was actually asleep, but there was another small kitten who very curiously watched all of the proceedings from the roof of the cat enclosure.
|This black & white cat was all affection and purrs|
|This one shied away if we approached but watched|
all of the proceedings with great interest
|We know we're getting close when we see the palm|
trees and the road surface turns to sand
I had wanted to stay there for lunch, but DH said that he'd been looking forward all morning to that melon & prosciutto salad at Elite. He so rarely voices an opinion that differs from mine, and since I do approximately 99% of the planning for our trips, I was happy to acquiesce, but we did take a moment to enjoy the shade and drink a couple of Tings. I also might have made a photo or two. I'll have the chance next summer to make sure we spend more time at Nat's.
We picked up a small baggie of sand and then drove once again to Island Harbour for Elite. Our server recognized us from the day before and welcomed us back. DH had the same prosciutto & melon salad but I chose a grilled vegetable panino. While we waited for our food, DH read and I wandered outside to make some more photos. With the bright sunshine, it looked like a whole new place.
|Elite, seen from the beach|
|Scilly Cay, seen from the beach at Elite|
My lunch this time was better than the day before, but I wasn't in the mood for dessert this time around. This time we didn't linger after eating, but hit the road again, pausing at the church in Island Harbour to make some pictures before heading to Shoal Bay East. We stopped in again at Elodia's, where Carole apologized that only about ten minutes earlier, somebody had taken "our" cabana." No worries, we responded. We'd been in the sun quite a bit already that day, so we were content to sit, read, and drink in the shade of the restaurant itself.
I tried Carole's version of a BBC (Banana Bailey's colada), which made a much better dessert than any of the options presented at Elite, and when I'd finished it, DH and I took a walk up to the point that leads to Upper Shoal Bay. It's so fascinating to me how the colors can shift and evolve in just a few minutes' time, like they did in these photos.
When it was time for last call at Elodia's, we paid up and said goodbye to Carole for this year, then headed west to first Long Bay, then Meads Bay, to pick up a little sand. While DH and I are both well-accustomed to seeing the erosion on Barnes Bay and Upper Shoal Bay, it still came as a shock to see the erosion at Long Bay. Cf: the photo I made a couple of years ago with where the water line was this year.
|Older photo. Note where DH is standing on the steps|
|I took this photo standing in the same place where DH |
is standing in the photo above this one
|Last year: June|
|This year, shot from nearly the same angle|
as the photo above this one
|Meads Bay at the golden hour|
This post is getting on long enough as it is, so I'll continue another time and leave you with another Caribella sunset photo, this time not shot on my phone. It looks like it could have been the right conditions for the Green Flash, but I didn't see it that night.