My passport says that I am British and my country of birth is England. My family and most of my few remaining oldest friends are all in the UK and part of my heart always will be there. But I am not a resident in the UK or any other country. So does that make me an Alien, as all non-residents of any country are known? Am I a global citizen? Is that even a thing? Where do I belong and where can I call home?
My place of sanctuary, that little piece of space I call my own is wherever the boat and Sim are. Right now I’m lucky enough to call Grenada my home. I still pinch myself when I drive through the island marvelling at how beautiful it is. I love its lush tropical greenery and the small quaint houses. I love the roadsides dotted with colour from the brightly painted roundabouts, to the man selling bbq’d corn. The colourful but paint peeling shacks and the mango trees dripping with fruit. Only when you pass the rum factory is there a distinct foul odour from the effluent they discharge but otherwise the air is hot and sticky and filled with sweet aromas (ok this includes a bit of body sweat too!). It maybe, hot, sticky, buggy, slow paced, bureaucratic and inefficient but I love this beautiful and humble island and for the time being I feel happy and lucky to call it home.
|My family - mu mum and dad and my two sisters Jenny and Ali and my niece (Ali's baby) Libby.|
|My favourites - Jilly, Kristin and Fee|
|My totally awesome and very cute niece Libby.|
|July was such a beautiful montn weather wise in the UK - above a little bit of Surrey.|
|Libby in all her awesomeness|
|My sisters and I get along really well.|
|It was great to be back in Grenada again and I somehow persuded Sim to do another hash with the promise of no hiils and a short hike....He was not impressed when we realised my info was wrong|
|But the views were awesome and the countryside gorgoeus as always.|
|Despite the hills and the 5km hike we didnt finish last and Sim got to enjoy the cold beers at the end.|
|This is where I live - I have to pinch myself sometimes - how beautiful is that?|
|There we are on the other side of the bridge somewhere at the back of that big mass of boats in Hog Island.|