We'd been sailing round Antigua, and the previous few days had been rough — "the waves and wind were in our face" trying to make Green Island and not quite getting there.
So we tucked into Carlisle Bay instead. And just like that, everything changed. The water was the sort of blue they haven't invented a name for yet, and a pelican was putting on a show like he owned the whole bay.
This song is a postcard from that afternoon. A reminder that sometimes the place you didn't plan for turns out to be exactly where you needed to be.
We're all looking for our Carlisle Bay. Go find yours.