Goodbye Barbados

We needed to some final swimming to make up for all the gourmet eating that we'd been doing.

The swimming pool was fairly empty, but surrounded by people intent on getting their skin burnt.

And young American girls are a bit too 'Precious' & 'Booby' to be around for too long.

We really like the rough sea...even though it smashed us a lot.

We limited ourselves to 30-45 minutes a day in the sea and sun.....trying to protect our biggest organ with lashings of factor.

It was pretty rough down in the south, from the trade winds. And I was smashed a couple of times.

Tony reckons that he nearly had his neck snapped like a carrot! In surf just like this.

Whilst watching cricket in the bar, we saw a wedding at our hotel beach :

And we said our goodbyes to the barmen. The Gregs, Louis and the rest!!

And here is Alvin with a 'rummy' bear :

Then we took it easy with our packing, and had our last 'Cane Field Beef'.

Snapping some last photos of the 'Vanilla skies" :

And we flew home Club Class,....a bit of a let-down from FIRST ....but we slept; and I journeyed on to Heathrow, whilst Tony headed up to Leeds.

We had a pretty good four week break. Great people, food, booze & beaches:

What more could you ask for?

Choice : Cane Field Beef

We were introduced to the fine "Silver Point" restaurant (Tel. 420 4416) by the indefatigable Jim & Jan fairly early in our stay and we kept on going back.

Also it was only about 1 mile from our hotel, near the kite-surfers (rough!) beach.

The lovely Kaisha (an artist / designer) and friendly Dwane (professional bullshitter-he says) were great with their service, and as talkers & entertainers......, and real friendly, as were all the other wonderful staff.

But the Chef Reggie, produced this most wonderfully succulent "Cane Field Beef" dish.

And here it is on the plate.

We thought it was reared in cane fields that had been cut.

But we found out that it was an area - "Cane Field", above the jungle in central Barbados:

"Cane Field " is where the cows - bullocks really, (owned by Sir Charles Williams -the famous sportsman), have an easy life eating the herb-filled pasture.

Here they are, on the hoof :

And here they are about to be consumed for the tenth time !!

We couldn't get enough...and Reggie knew just how to do it medium-rare....!!!!

The best steak I've had in 20+years!!