After lunch we had time for one more stop at a waterfall. I’ve seen some impressive falls in the Windward Islands and was hoping it was a trek up in to the forest amongst the parrots and agouti to see a Bounty advert type scene. But these falls were in a small maintained parkland right next to the Leeward Highway. We dropped down to the river, well stream, and saw a cascade with barely a three metre drop. We made the best of it, took a couple of photos of it, Edsel sat on one of the large rocks but you could tell by his expression he was completely underwhelmed. It was a bit of an anticlimax to our trip up the leeward coast.
Fortunately it was redeemed on the way back to the car. Edsel spotted a tree right on the roadside and started foraging about on the floor. He held up a small nut, covered in a red lattice like coating. It was a nutmeg surrounded in mace. There were more covering the ground and they were all huge. And there were hundreds on the tree above our heads. The sight of a whole nutmeg is beautiful, even when it has been drying in a larder in the UK for six months. To see the fresh fruits packaged up in this vibrant rubbery mace coat, is incredible. We took to rubbing the mace in our fingers and scratching the nutmeg against the rocks to release the most wonderful rich aromas into the atmosphere. That is smelt so much of Christmas reminding you of snow, crackling fires and hot food and drink was such a juxtaposition here on a tropical July day in the Caribbean was no matter.
We foraged for as much as we could carry home – it would keep me in nutmeg spice for over a year. And reluctantly got back in the car and headed back to Kingstown.
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