The leeward side is hotter and its bare slopes run a ragged course skyward with only spiky shrubs for company. It feels wild and lonely, but under its surface it hides little gems if you care to look. Our airbnb host took us on a whirlwind tour of her home, arms pointing out the car window as we followed behind making our own commentary in the car behind with our new upstate New York friends. The weather was wild and misty and rainbows blossomed from the fertile ground. Strange patterns in the grass gave it a sacred feel. My flip-flop (as I shall call them whilst in the States to avoid embarrassment!) fell to pieces on the rocks so Dylan piggy backed me back to the car laughing all the while.
The highlight was the secret turtle beach, reached by squeezing down a narrow path between two houses. Three massive sea turtles sun baked whilst local children ran riot around them. They just dozed, lifting their heads occasionally, almost too much for them as they dropped their draw to snooze longer. All the more magically because it felt so secret, so safe.