|On my holiday, I made a dishcloth|
|And another, that has good texture on both sides|
We went to Saint Lucia for the week the kids had off school. We stayed in a resort with pools and restaurants and all-inclusive drinks in reclining chaises, so it was pretty good!
|Elaine and Stephen in a kayak|
|Mary and Elaine on a banana boat|
|An upside-down crab claw on the way to the kids' pool|
One day we went to Pigeon Island, a big rock from which, after climbing up up up, you can see (on a clear day, which we didn't have) Martinique, or any attacking navies, or Spanish gold ships to plunder, and which is no longer an island. They built a causeway, connecting the island to the mainland and making a nice big bay for a marina at the same time. We climbed up to the place where the British in their wool uniforms banged away with their 24-pounders at the French.
|Cannon pointed toward Martinique|
|Not much to defend against these days|
|The inside of a big seed-pod we found on Pigeon Island|
|The causeway, complete with Sandals resort|
|A surprise treat: a pillar box! The kids took up their old pose somewhat reluctantly|
|The restaurant had a great view of the Pitons|
|The restaurant was very colourful|
|And the restaurant had the best faucets ever! Water poured out through the shells|
|We've got the moves, baby. Dancing on the return trip on the boat|
|Before: all suited up with hairnets and harnesses|
|Elaine zipping along|
|My wound! Can I get an "awwww"?|
Finally we shook off the last of the sand and got up bright and early to get the bus to the airport. Little did we know there was a foul-up at the Toronto airport and everything was delayed and messed up. We spent five hours in the teeny little Hewanorra International Airport, knitting and reading and watching people mill about anxiously. Ultimately, of course, we returned home safe and sound and slightly tanned.