Time to take Sara and our friend Brad for the Shirley Heights experience. On the way Mike tries very hard to find out how Manchester United got on…………
We had decided to walk so through the dockyard……..
Then water taxi to Galleon Beach in English Harbour……. |
Up the beach and into the woods along a path maintained by the ‘Tot Club’. |
And up to Shirley Heights for BBQ Jerk Chicken while the steel band get going. |
Note only three rum punches on the grass. Carol stuck to the diet coke this time. In the face of even the most extreme provocation not a drop of rum passed her lips – the Reggae Goblins were not going to get her this time. |
Sara survived very well and bounced back happily the next morning almost as chipper as the abstemious Carol. Age was probably on her side. Not so Brad, well and truly got by the Goblins he made it back to his yacht and suffered just a tad. |
