On the southeast coast of Bequia is Friendship bay, where wooden fishing boats are made behind the beach.
Further along, there are simple wooden fishermen's houses and a ramp where whales used to be (and still occasionally are) brought up, to be butchered and shared out amongst the islanders. The quota is four whales per year, and approved by the International Whaling Commission, who gave Bequia an exemption for historical, cultural and self-sufficiency reasons.
Bequia has a Scottish influence, with traders and immigrants settling here when it was a British colony. Walking around, I would occasionally see elderly freckly blue-eyed people on the porches of their homes. Looking out over the islets offshore, one could almost imagine oneself in a tropical version of the Scottish isles.
I also met a land turtle, walking up the road. It had a long way to go before it could get off, so I saved the day, picking it up and putting it amongst some vegetation.
And an eccentric-looking scene, with an old sofa and fan sitting in the middle of a field above a cliff.
