The bones beckoned for heat once again, we decided that flying to London then to Dubai was getting tiring, although in the future emirates would soon fly from Newcastle. We decided to fly from Manchester to Barbados. This would be our second time, but really all I wanted was sunshine.
The time we stayed at the Sand Piper, a lovely family run establishment with something like 22 bungalows. The bathing area was small and of course you have the beach sellers disturbing you every 30 minutes but the sun shone. The rooms had a bedroom and a separate lounge\kitchenette - but neither Gary or I ever went in as the air conditioning in there was icelandic to say the least!
Barbados can have tropical storms at the drop of a hat and one night while going out for dinner the heavens opened, the roads were flooded and we asked for front seats in the restaurant so we could watch the storm.
No driving around the island this time, it was purely just to rest and relax, the cancer had returned and we were back to counting out weeks, so as not to be away in pain.
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