Everday doings and experiences of a middled-aged batty British dog-lover living in a small Caribbean village.
Saturday, December 17, 2005
After breakfast on Saturday we were taken on a tour along the west coast up to the north of the island. We stopped finally at a viewpoint from which we could see Dominica as a shadow on the horizon and then turned round and headed back the way we had come.
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