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The main area of interest to me was the
Caravelle peninsula, reached after a 20 mile plug to windward from
St. Pierre, on the other side of the island. The outer bay,
Treasure, has anchoring restrictions, but the inner bay proved a
wonderfully calm and huge anchorage with few other visiting boats
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Treasure Bay, viewed from the hills
above. It was a long and exciting dinghy ride bucketing into the
swells to get into the bay, but once there we found a lovely dinghy
dock which got us started on one of the best walks in the Caribbean. |
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The tangled roots of mangrove go for
hundreds of yards. Luckily there is a fine wooden boardwalk to make
the start of the walk easy. |
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There's very little tide here - less
than two feet. But enough to create this strange Dali-esque lunartic
landscape. |
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Ever made eyeball contact with a hermit
crab? You can now - just click the pic. We found dozens of these
scuttling around the in undergrowth. |
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Drury and Jenifer admire the view out
over the Atlantic from the peninsula's East coast |
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Some parts of this lee shore are very
rugged - you would not want to make landfall here! |
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Leonie and Drury gaze at the turbulent
waters below |
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The whole walk was only about 4 miles
but seemed longer with the wiggly bits and ups and downs. It certainly took longer
than we thought - about 3 hours. Here we are struggling up the hill
to the high point. |
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The Caravelle lighthouse dominates the
peninsula and is a fine traditional building. |
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Fantastic views South over Martinique. |
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Drury and Jenifer on the viewing
platform. |
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The nearby town of Le Robert isn't
grand, but we found it charming and the people really friendly. |
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This is one of the few places where some
fishermen still fish by sail alone. |
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Allways Sunday plugs out against a
rising sea. With the winds picking up and deadlines to make, we
decided it was time to clear this exposed coast. We'd had a lovely
time visiting Le Francois and the lovely old rum factory of
Habitation Clement. Getting out was not so easy though as the entire
coastline was strewn with pot buoys - strings of little water
bottles. In two years of cruising we had never picked one up but
here we picked up two lots in the space of an hour. I discovered the
first when coming up from below I found our speed had dropped to 4
knots! The first one became badly jammed in our keel but luckily
Drury sent a fishing boat over and I cut the end, got them to throw
me a line which I tied on and they towed it out. The second one came
off by itself. I'd like to visit this coast again, but next time
I'll stay well offshore and then make a very careful approach! |