On the 7th May when we left Black Point there wasn’t a breath of wind and the sea as smooth as a sheet of glass.
We had no choice but to motor the two hours it took to reach Little Farmers Cay with its tiny population.
We anchored of the western shore and settled down for the evening.
Lesley even put the fishing line out having spotted some good sized jacks darting around the hulls but we didnt get lucky this time.
8 may 2013
In the morning we took Slurpy into the small harbour where we were warmly greeted by a team of fisherman busily de-shelling the mountains of Conch that surrounded them. Even the local policeman had rolled up his sleeves to help out
Chatting with the fisherman Lesley was treated to the taste of fresh, raw Conk … in fact it may have still been considered alive!
Lesley was surprised that the conch didn’t taste fishy but quite nutty with a firm chewy texture as she nibbled away. Not unpleasant but not high on her gourmet list.
The harbour had a number of large Stingrays coming into feed also an Eagle Ray feasting on the conch scraps, we also spotted a shark doing the same. A small turtle also joined the fray then spotting his competitors made a sharp exit.
We walked past the basket weaving ladies and on up to a little bar for a drink. The whole scene was so natural and wonderful we simply loved it
with a very low crime rate we are told that the police sometimes help to settle disputes on the Cay where of course everybody knows everybody else …. In this case the population is about 50.
A genuine glimpse into the lives of these island dwellers who make their living from the sea. A close-up into the lifestyles on these small Cays.
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