Up in the north of Carriacou, as well as the men selling crayfish, one whose name is Junior and who’s wife is also Hannah, ‘No joke,’ he said, there’s the most beautiful, empty beach. Well not quite empty. We were joined by our friends, the Adventurers on their catamaran for a few days before they went off again for a new adventure and Fin, we think, had just about the best time ever. She has developed the habit of ditching us, jumping off Quest and swimming over to their boat where she can easily climb their ladder and rub herself all over their sail covers and protected railings. Do the Adventurers mind a dripping wet dog coming aboard without being invited and making herself at home? They are always too polite to say…

Love from Quest and her crew xx