We passed St. Kitts at sunset. St. Kitts was only Caribbean island where the British and the French co-existed peacefully, for a time side-by-side. Can you imagine? Roast beef with foie gras? We hear that monkeys live in the trees now, left-over from her French parasol-twirling ladies. Apparently, St. Kitts was one of the poshest islands... the French used to say that St Kitts was for the noblesse, Guadeloupe for the bourgeois, Martinique for soldiers and Grenada for peasants. Peasants! Ha! After dark fell into a heap onto the horizon, we passed the small and steep Saba. Her one road was lit up like a distant rollercoaster. Story goes; the road was built after an islander called Joseph Hassell refused to believe it was too much hassle (he he, sorry) and took an engineering correspondence course. How’s that for a can-do attitude for you! It’s capital is called The Bottom…..Historically, Saba’s interest wasn’t so much in bottoms though but feet. For this was an island of specialist cobblers, islanders who had a thing for making shoes. A French priest once came back disappointed that he couldn’t convince Sabans to take up the Catholic patron saint of St. Crispin; the shoe-making saint. They were like, no thanks, we’re Methodist. And on the other side of Quest; the posh places began to appear. St. Martin/Maarten and St Barts lit up like European cities. Super yachts started passing us. I crossed my fingers, hoped Quest wouldn’t notice my nautical adultery and checked the AIS. One super yacht was called Ecstasea. Russian oligarch by any chance? Hedonism still alive in the Caribbean? She's sailing. 

Love from Quest and her crew xx

P.S. The Cap just outed me. He did the research and discovered that Ecstasea was once owned by Abramovich but not anymore, Now, she’s owned by Sonja Zuckerman. Sorry for my crude assumptions…..she really is sailing.