CABO TRAFALGAR IN THE MOONLIGHT
Pen & Sail : My life with Dudley Pope by Kay Pope


- Balata, the bullet wood tree -

Latest Blog written on the... 22 of Aug 2017


It is generally known that this evergreen hardwood tree comes from the rain forests of northern South America, particularly Brazil, the Guaianas, Venezuela and Panama. But Balata is also a native of the Caribbean found in limestone forests ranging from moist coastal areas to higher elevations in Hispaniola, Puerto Rico, Guadeloupe, Martinique and islands south to Trinidad. Officially known as Manilkara bidentata this tree belongs the Sapotaceae family and is also related to the Caribbean Sapodilla which sometimes appears in our supermarkets. Although the Spanish name Balata is most... Read More...


- Our Hurricane Anchorage in Culebra  -

Previous Blog written on the... 3 of Aug 2017


One of our favourite Caribbean islands has always been Culebra, a small unspoiled island just seven miles long and 3.5 miles wide, lying between St Thomas in the Virgin Islands and Puerto Rico. We first came in 1969 with our ketch Ramage and stayed there for the hurricane season months between June and November before returning to the British Virgin Islands. Culebra then had a small population of about 700 and there was just one hotel and restaurant on the quay at Dewey. There was also the Post Office... Read More...

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-  "Our Voyage To The West Indies" -


Pen & sail - Feature of the... 8 Nov 2013


Our crossing of the Atlantic and arrival in Barbados was one of the highlights of my book Cabo Trafalgar in the Moonlight, and the beginning of our new life in the West Indies. Although we had the idea to cruise the U.S. east coast inter-coastal waterway and continue to New York in fact we so loved the islands, we never left! Here is a short version of our adventure. ... Get the feed...

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Introduction by Kay Pope

During the first year after my husband died I had a compulsive urge to talk about him and I had two very good Dutch friends who were patient listeners, sitting on the sand with our feet in the sea when we went to the beach twice a week. I began my story from when Dudley and I met in 1953 at The Evening News and continued through our 43 years of life together. This took ten months and while I could hear myself talking, I could not stop. Later when I mentioned this to a friend who is a nursing sister and had suffered as a widow before she remarried, she told me this is called "the crazy widow's syndrome" and a far better way to work through one's grief than holding it all back. How fortunate I am to have such good friends. At the end of the first year I visited my family in Australia, a long journey from St Martin in the Caribbean. But when I returned, although half of me still seemed missing, I did feel ready to face life on my own and carry on. Crazy or not, I decided to write a book about my life with Dudley.