In Which Ye Author Most Shamelessly Plugs Both
THE PYRITES OF THE CARIBBEAN &
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Brig Astrid, since sunk. |
A NATURAL HISTORY OF MUSTIQUE
Patrick O'Brien novels are best read while messing about aloft on a tall ship. No where else can a mere lubber keep track of the Gish Gallop of tackle and sail names that gushes through his prose.
I've just graduated from the brig Astrid, on which in 1994 I put aside The Nutmeg Of Consolation to swing from the mainyard garnet 'neath the futtocks and slide down the quarterdeck ratlines, to check the synthetic aperture radar, to a more modern conveyance , a five master that alas rarely made full sail lest it scare the passengers.
Satellite weather, current & sea state integrators, like the animated data feed
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are smart as paint for navigating the Spanish Main, but what about ashore ?
From meteorology to mineralogy, a lot of natural history is encountered cruising the Caribbean. Bequia's late great Captain Raul King used to swear " Nothing in this sea will harm you", but you need to know enough about the local flora and fauna not to bite into manchineel fruit, pass up low-hanging pommes de Macassar, poke the lion fish, grab the fire coral or step on the sea urchins instead of eating them. That calls for
A Natural History Handbook So I helped write one.
It focuses on a tight little Grenadine island, wondrously rich in geology for its size, its rocks swarming with the Pyrites of the Caribbean , as well as the chalcopyrites, zeolites , and both epidotes and epicenes in their dotage.
Though it abounds in glitterati, birds of bright plumage, and ants, plants and tortoises galore, the isle is paparazzi-free, with few sycophants and fewer elephants, as it seemed imprudent to replace the last one after it ran amok on St. Lucia.
As many creatures have migrated from from the Antilles to the Grenadines, readers will find this book Indispensable on all islands Leeward & Windward
Published by by The Mustique Company, with a foreword by a surprisingly intelligent London School of Economics drop-out :
The Natural History of Mustique includes a hopelessly amateur introduction to Grenadine geology that I am doomed to update by returning every winter I can afford until get it right--
Such is ones grim duty to science.
A Natural History of Mustique
includes 360 color photos covering all creatures great and small, from harmless insects the size of birds, to vinegaroons, hummingbirds the size of bees, and a snake easily mistaken for a keychain. Every reptile from St. Barts to Barbados, from the noble tortoise geochelone to lividly green lizards, is vividly depicted in this handbook.
Despite its name, Mustique is phenomenally poor in mosquitoes, but rich in Wi Fi bandwith in The Excellent Bar of Basil Charles O.B.E.
And a most excellently air conditioned Library where one may read each week's issue of Nature, for there my subscription is delivered.
The spiral bound and surprisingly waterproof Natural History of Mustique is an absolute snip at forty bucks. Available at better rum shops & bookstores in the Spanish Main or send fifty to mnestheus@paypal, and I'll autograph one.
Newcomers may find St.Vincent and Bequia more welcoming than the 0utlying Grenadines, desert islands suitable only for stranding statisticians and PR flacks. The exception is the Tobago Cays , where yachts anchoring alee to limit eutrophication can oogle the turquise seascape seen in Pirates of the Caribbean , while enjoying 170 proof rum delivered by the Jack Iron moonshiners of Petit Martinique.
Newer and more elegant editions of the handbook will report more on where the Grenadine pyrites are buried , but go in June, and you will find the outlying islets and pinnacles. like Battowia and Baliceaux abuzz with congregations of boobies worthy of a Heartland Institute Climate Conference
Alas, the brig Astrid , shown above, passed into less vigilant hands in 2012, and at the goodly age of 92, ran aground on the rocks of Cork.
One always needs a bigger boat, and I've come ashore after a weeks sailing in the Grenadines sail aboard Mikael Krafft's modern recreation of the five-master Preußen:
She's called Royal Clipper, though the passengers in the main were anything but. So it's good to be back in Mustique, where a princely flotilla of tall sloops has just arrived to refresh the totty posh supply, the pyrites having long since turned to rust.
VELIKOVSKY PUBLISHED A PROTEST LETTER IN THE CRIMSON ON 24 NOVEMBER 1950.