Wood and canvas, driven by the wind, stirring the soul of the elements.
Wood and canvas, driven by the wind, stirring the soul of the elements.
Wood and canvas, driven by the wind, stirring the soul of the elements.
Because of alcohol and cigarettes, the biggest thing was the cats.
They would buy liquor in St. Bart's and offload on the beach in the small island somewhere.
Today, all we have left is the stories.
The vessels have all gone. Their ribs lie rotting in the sands of time.
Only here, in the Grenadines, carry a cool land of reefs, people still live close to the elements.
So the sea is our extension, that is our gold mine.
The Scottish ancestors lie buried facing home, and the skills they taught are still used today.
The art of boat building passed down the generations.
The mineral is where we have the boat building, village and caribou.
And if this thing has gone from here, everything has gone here.
In the meantime, outside interest is fueling a resurgence.
The new caracal vessels come to sail in the Antigua classics.
And in St. Bart's once a year, the West Indies sloops and schooners return to sail again,
reconnecting the islands with traditional sail.
