Two Pigeon Fanciers Go To Scarborough (13 December 2010)

No, we haven't been transported into Corrie's 50th anniversary celebrations, we have just left behind our beautiful beach to explore a little more of the island and head our trusty little jeep over the hills to visit Scarborough, the capital. We had been promised a decent coffee and a croissant at the Italian cafe, Ciao's and it didn't disappoint. Scarborough, the port of the island is a ramshackle place hanging on for dear life up a steep hill. The huge ferry to Trinidad was just leaving and thank goodness it wasn't a cruise ship day, as we have no idea where all the people would go. Shopping was a disappointment, but Ant did manage to buy the length of rope he needed to learn his knots before his sailing course starts in a couple of days time. Last minute as usual! Gill was impressive with it and was able to show off a reef knot retained in memory from Brownie days. We finished our shopping, resisting the fabulous fashion (not) of the local ateliers, but we sadly didn't manage to stop at the "The Jesus Christ Makes The Difference" supermarket where perhaps you can get cut price confessions - we just went to Pennysave like everyone else and got cut price fruit punch!

Then we go on to see the archetypal view of Tobago, Pigeon Point, you've not been here unless you have your pic taken on the little covered jetty. Pigeon Point is a perfect little Caribbean beach set in an old estate with white sand and turquoise sea and a few little bars and restaurants. And even though there are no drink driving laws here, we decide to be hit with the sensible stick and forgo the rum cocktail.... Makes a change I hear you cry...