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collecting ground.  Pigeon Id where we arrived after a 2 hrs run, back past Port Castries at 4.30.  On shore was a high thatched hut, for all the world like a South Pacific chieftains dwelling, against the green hillside it was an inviting scene and sure enough it was a summer resort of a kind run by an English woman who'd been here for the last 2 yrs making a living for people from the islands (including Martinique) who wanted vacations & week ends somewhere else than at home.  Even though the scenery was no different it was less populated and more rustic or primitive.  Almost too primitive if you ask me.

Also served exotic foods and drink and as a change [[strikethrough]] we all [[/strikethrough]] at Bredin's invitation we had dinner under the thatched roof.  Fish chowder soup, sea-eggs (fried;) these are eggs of sea urchins, white yams (like white, Irish potatoes) greens of [[underlined]] portulaca, [[/underlined]] (made a sort of spinach green vegetable), cold spiny lobster caught in nearby waters, and Kingfish, all local products.  Oh yes rum punch to start, and wine with meal.  Stayed ashore till near nine after looking place over before dinner.  Noticed guest

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