Young Island

A funny (for us anyway) situation arose at the airport.  Jean and I were scheduled to leave for St Vincent for a couple of days, at about the same time as Lorna & Scott were to depart for St Lucia and their honeymoon.  After some confusion and an airplane technical problem, they found themselves on our plane, much to the chagrin of Scott especially, who couldn't believe that his mother-in-law was leaving with him on his honeymoon!  Their flight had been combined with ours, a diversion to St Vincent for them. As we disembarked at St Vincent, we were told to "stay on our island" by Scott.  We did!
Despite a debacle with our reservation and prepayment, now resolved, we enjoyed the resort of Young Island for a few days, just a couple of hundred metres from the shore of St Vincent and 10 min from the airport.  The outlook while dining al fresco, either in daylight or at night, was wonderful.

Our cottage looked out to St Vincent, Bequia & Mustique, each of which brightened or disappeared as the skies cleared or bands of rain moved through.  Rum punches featured from time to time, as they do, and the food and service were very good.  A significant amount of time was spent relaxing around our plunge pool and we even got time to start to read our books!

A small ferry boad shuttled guests, although there were very few of us, and staff back and forth to St Vincent.

We took an island tour with "Smokie" the taxi driver arranged by the hotel.  Smokie drives at no more than 30km/h, speaks at no more than 15 words/m, and seems to be known to everyone on the island.  He probably thinks he's rushing, but it was a fine pace for us to appreciate the various places we passed or visited.  First was the eastern coast, near where some of the Pirates of the Caribbean was filmed and a new international airport is being built.  Dark sand beaches feature.
Next was the Mesopotamia Valley, although I still don't know why it is so named.  But, it includes Evesham!  It's a richly fertile valley with a lot of crop growing on the valley floor and hillsides, and is the island's bread basket.
Then it was on to overlook Kingstown, where we had briefly stopped in '08, and onwards to Fort Charlotte set high on the cliff overlooking Kingstown, Young Island and the Grenadines to the south.  We had an enthusiastic guide, although somewhat ill-informed as he told us that Roma was the capital of France.  We checked some barrels, from where he had gleaned this information, to discover it was actually St Romain carved into the top!  A rather bleak looking ladies' prison is tucked in one corner of the Fort and it reminded me of the similarly bleak looking main prison in the centre of Kingstown, neither of which would be appealing in any way whatsoever.
Last of all was the Botanical Gardens, where we wandered with our guide to see many plants, spices and flowers, all very interesting and pretty.  Also here was a cage of nearly extinct St Vincent parrots, several of whom welcomed food from Jean while I took pictures inside.

We had mostly good weather, but squalls of rain blew through from time to time, making interesting skies as well.  One particularly torrential downpour meant we had to close all the shutters to stop rain blowing into the cottage.
The rain became persistent as we left the resort, courtesy of Smokie for a consistently slow drive to the airport as we departed for Barbados, thankful that LIAT was on time.  Our flight had been changed to one with no contingency for the connecting flight to UK were it unduly late or cancelled.  Barbados was also being rained on as we waited for our connection back to Gatwick.
We saw more of St Vincent than on our previous visit, but concluded that there is now not a lot more to be seen.  Even Smokie had dismissed the rest of the island as 'more of the same'!