Posting about places can jog an old memory. Mention the Eastern Caribbean and I think of a Dutch island, Statia, when it was ruled from Curacao.
I used to picnic on Zeelandia beach where we could find dinosaur eggs exposed by hurricane waves. Now it is a sanctuary where volunteers guard nesting turtles. On other days I could walk up from my house and into the bowl of a dormant volcano, the Quill, before breakfast. And my son sat on the knee of visiting Princess Beatrix. Thirty years later it’s quite different, probably.
