From Fort Shirley, I carried on walking around the coast northwards past Douglas Bay and then up a road climbing up to the crater of Bellevue Mountain. On the way, there were cocoa trees, fields of yam, a freshwater pond, stands of fern trees and plenty of forest.
Nearing the top, there was a view back down to Prince Rupert Bay and across to Guadeloupe and The Saints islands.
The crater looked geologically young, with steep sided slopes (covered in forest and small cultivations) funneling into a basin in which there were bubbling streams and a smell of sulphur.
Down on the other side, with the trade winds coming off the Atlantic, I passed roadside vegetable plots, mineral water springs and farmers planting yams, until I reached the village of Penville, with its small houses and areas of cultivation on steep slopes.
By now it was four and time to head back, so I caught the first passing bus, with a friendly driver called Justin, heading back to Portsmouth, from where I could get back to Roseau.
