|I love the cheerful colors on this cottage in North Hill|
We packed a small bag with water, umbrellas, and some sunscreen in case we found a place we wanted to linger, and after another breakfast at Bonjour Cafe, we hit the road for parts unknown. Or mostly unknown. Digging out the big Anguilla map that we'd purchased at the drug store a few years ago, we found what looked like a lighthouse icon up on North Hill. That seemed as good as place as any to start.
|Another North Hill home|
From there, we decided to try to find Katouche Bay. We weren't entirely sure we were headed in the right direction until we saw a sign mentioning Masara Beach Resort. "Resort" is a gross overstatement, but it IS built on a hill above a very pretty, and very empty, beach. We walked up and down the beach, made some photos, and then grabbed a small sample of sand to take back with us.
The units there are very simple, and they're not exactly easy to access, but the price there is amazing, and the views must be, too. The units are spacious, self-catering, and have lovely wide balconies that face west(ish) for perfect sunset viewing. If I didn't already have a home away from home on Anguilla, and if I wanted to get away for a month or more at a time, these are exactly the place I would consider booking.
We inadvertently visited two stops on the Anguilla Heritage Trail. The first one was at the top of the Masara property, where it noted that Crocus Bay was Anguilla's first port. We hadn't known that, but it's a sad day when you don't learn something new. The next stop we found when the main road toward the Valley that ended up at the crest of the hill that leads to Crocus Bay. There we saw the remains of the old courthouse that was destroyed in a hurricane over fifty years ago.
I hadn't known how we would arrive there, but I knew from the start that I wanted our wanderings to lead us at some point to Savannah Gallery. We'd admired multiple times that cute cottage not far from Koal Keel, but it somehow always seemed to be our bad luck to be in the neighborhood outside of Savannah's regular opening hours. This was clearly our lucky day!
|When it's open, it's really open|
This seemed as good a time as any for us to start exploring the gallery, and it's perhaps the only Caribbean gallery I've been in that had multiple items in every room that I really would have liked to take home with me. No, this art gallery was of a higher order altogether than any place else we've seen regionally, and rain or shine, I cannot recommend a visit there highly enough. I've included several samples of the types of work Frank has showcased:
|Some of my readers might recognize these works|
by Jo-Ann Mason, an artist who lives in Anguilla
and has set some picture books there
|Haiti's answer to Botero|
We spent a hour and a half at Savannah and were sorry to go, but the open road was calling us! So we bid Frank adieu, made our way through the Valley and headed out to other parts unknown. I'll post another time about our stops to Sandy Hill/Sea Feathers, Mimi's Bay (we think!) and our attempts to find, but not quite locate, Captains Bay, as this post is getting quite long as it is.