Castaway arrived one year ago in Trinidad. It was supposed to be a sabbatical – a year of contemplation and recharging of batteries. Somehow, it has not quite worked to plan… but maybe it is the better for it. Continue reading “A Year in the Life”
Folks in Trinidad seem to fall into two categories when it comes to Carnival. Those that play and those that leave the island. This year, at least, Castaway fell into the latter category, and with hindsight given the crime statistics for the week, it seems to have been a wise course of action. Initially, like good European tradition dictates, we intended to use the February school holidays for winter sports. For a number of reasons, slovenly planning among them, that did not work out and so an opportunity was presented to discover another Caribbean island – this time, St Lucia. Continue reading “Mad Dogs and Dutchmen Go Out in the Midday Sun”
As might be expected, after 10 months in the Caribbean, Castaway and the Handsome Dutchman have returned to Europe for the festive season. We left sunshine, cocktails and our barbecue behind. We found our down-filled winter coats at the back of the wardrobe and realised that we had left all our hats, scarves and gloves in Aberdeen so we would have to travel without them and retrieve them on arrival. Certainly, they have been needed while we are here. Continue reading “Return to the Frozen North”
While the Captain’s Dog is enjoying a stay in the riverside dog hotel back home, Mummy and Daddy Castaway have braved the twenty-four hour journey from the North of Scotland to visit us here and enjoy some warm weather – of which there is very little in November in Aberdeenshire but more than enough to go round here. Continue reading “Going Tobago”
At last the school holidays were here and we could head for the airport for our much needed break. New … Continue reading So Good, They Named It Twice
We recently passed the six-month mark since our arrival in Trinidad. By now, many of the settling in tasks are … Continue reading Stocking up on Strooigoed
I already was slightly unnerved stepping into the plane in Trinidad. It somehow had the feeling of stepping into the … Continue reading A Little Piece of “Home”?