A Tale of a Vanishing Caribbean Tradition

Every island has fishing villages that feel centuries old, shores that are littered with broken boats (schooners), nets, and memories of the days of great catches. It's the proud and dying life memorialised in the late Derek Walcott's poem, The Schooner Flight. I know these islands from Monos to Nassau, a rusty head sailor with sea-green … Continue reading A Tale of a Vanishing Caribbean Tradition