Summer 2015
The prospect of coming back to the UK had been hanging over us since we had arrived at the Caribbean. Decisions were made, scrapped and frequently forgotten. In the end we had made the
irrevocable agreement (because mum books the flights) that we would leave the boat at a boatyard and fly back home.
The prospect of coming back to the UK had been hanging over us since we had arrived at the Caribbean. Decisions were made, scrapped and frequently forgotten. In the end we had made the
irrevocable agreement (because mum books the flights) that we would leave the boat at a boatyard and fly back home.
But as we were slowly island-hopping south
towards Grenada (the island where we were going to leave the boat) we received
an email from Dad’s sister Miranda. My grandfather Boppa was extremely ill and
the doctors said he was too frail to operate upon. Boppa had been diagnosed
with Parkinson’s disease a few years earlier, and we had been worried about
leaving England in the first place. So now we raced across the ocean straight
to Grenada as fast as we could go.
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| Ken and Elsie |
