Monty

We have been rocked this week by the sudden death of one of the genuinely nicest people I have ever met.

Monty.

Sarcastic, funny and wise. He had time for everyone. He was a champion for children and great company at the bar!

I know I won’t be the only person reflecting over the next few months on what lessons I can learn from the example of his life.

I just hope that he had some idea how loved and respected he was.

So folks, when you watch a sunset you never know when it’s going to be your last so live life to the full, fill it with what is really important, with friends and family.

Live

Laugh

Love

Make happy memories and savor every sunset!

From the Cayman Compass:

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Baker, who worked closely with Larrew, said in an email that Larrew was highly respected at the ministry.

He was, Baker said, “a true professional, a kind, compassionate man who always had the best interests of the students at heart. A man of integrity who worked hard to improve our service.”

According to friends, Larrew recently underwent an appendectomy while in Colorado. He fell ill after returning to Cayman and died while plans were under way to airlift him to Florida for treatment.

Matt Sloane, who was Larrew’s roommate for four years, said the death has been a shock.

“I’m trying to be positive about it, because that was him,” said Sloane, a former radio presenter on Bob FM.

He said Larrew loved to travel, was an avid Denver Nuggets fan and a good cook. His specialty was gumbo. Both Sloane and another friend, Stacey Weber, said he had a remarkable way of connecting with people.

“You quickly felt you were one of his tightest friends,” said Weber, a sales representative for Compass Media.

His colleagues said that openness made him effective in the work he did.

He was initially posted in Cayman Brac in 2010 as part of specialist support team for the schools there. He spent four years on the Brac, introducing an early-intervention literacy programme that was eventually adopted in all Cayman primary schools. He continued to work in a similar capacity when he came to Grand Cayman and gained the respect of co-workers.

“Monty was one of the hardest working people I know,” Kirstie Lindsay, a speech-language pathologist who worked with him daily, said in an email. “He truly wanted to improve life for the children on this island, and he was proud of his profession.

“Monty advocated hard for the children and sometimes that got him into a bit of trouble in meetings,” she added. “He just had zero tolerance for anyone who was not doing their job to make life better for these kids.”

Weber said he saw that too. While Larrew did not often speak about his job outside of work, Weber said, in June, just two weeks before school was out, Larrew was frustrated.

“He was quite upset because he’d determined that a child needed a certain type of service and an administrator said, ‘Well, it’s the end of the year.’ And he said, ‘This child’s not going to be shortchanged just because you’re getting ready for summer vacation.’ He wasn’t having it.”

In a statement, Tammy Hopkins, acting director of the Department of Education Services, said Larrew’s dedication to students was always evident.

“After moving to Grand Cayman in 2014, he maintained links with the Brac community and always queried how his former students were doing,” Hopkins said. “His same genuine work ethic continued and helping our students was always his number one priority, no matter which school he was assigned.”

His death has shaken the department, she said.

“Our loss is immeasurable,” she said, “only equal to the happiness we had when he was in our lives. He was our colleague and friend. On behalf of the Department of Education Services and the Ministry of Education, I extend prayers of comfort for his colleagues on the education psychologist team and all those who worked with Monty, as well as to his dear family and friends.”

Sloane said he will remember his friend’s smile and positive way of dealing with things. When Sloane had to leave Cayman in May because of the rollover, he had a hard time getting motivated to go home to Liverpool, England.

“I left everything to the last minute,” Sloane said, “including picking up my new passport. [Larrew] said, ‘What time’s your flight?’”

Despite being only three hours from scheduled takeoff, Sloane said, he was not ready. Larrew got him moving.

“He said, ‘You kind of need to pack up.’ He could have gotten on my case. He could have made me feel bad. But he just helped me get all my stuff done and kept telling me how much fun I was going to have back home. He did all of that without making me feel judged. He took me to the airport and gave me a big hug. He said, ‘I love you. It’s all going to work out. Now get on the friggin’ plane.’

“That will be the way I remember him whenever I think of him,” he added. “I just see that big smile.”

Services for Larrew are planned for 16 Aug. in his hometown of Eads, Colorado. Larrew is survived by his parents, Randy and Fran Larrew of Eads.

We will all miss you Monty! You were one of the good ones

One In, One Out

First thing this morning we picked up, a bucket hat-wearing, James up from the airport following his week away at the Central Caribbean Marine Institute.

He loved it.

His highlight?

Diving with an eight-foot Caribbean reef shark.

At night.

Just to get that into perspective, three years ago, James was worried about the idea of diving and scared of sharks.

Now, he is diving at night, over the Cayman Wall (6000+ft of water), with sharks that are two feet longer than he is.

Typical teenager, as soon as he got home he went to sleep.

So leaving sleeping beauty at home, this afternoon we dropped Poppy at the airport as she headed off with the Caymanite Team to Canada. The Artistic Swimmers representing the Cayman Islands are off to training camp in Waterloo in preparation for the UANA Artistic Swimming Pan American Championships in Windsor, Ontario.

She has spent the last two weeks training ready for the competition.

(Front Row L-R: Amelia Thomas, Allie Capasso, Scarlett Nadeau, Helena Frawley, Abbie Carnahan Back Row L-R: Charlotte Gray, Jade Barnes, Lila Higgo, Amber Barnes, Madison van Duynhoven Poppy Read, Head Coach Alissa Moberg)

Pancake

We were babysitting last night. So this morning our little guests and I considered what our morning menu should be.

Knowing the cupboard was fairly spartan I suggested pancakes. I knew these would be a popular suggestion but in truth, I also knew they often do not turn out quite the way I hope. Sticking to the pan, burning or not fluffy enough. However, I spotted a recipe for an oven-baked pancake online last week that made me rethink my approach. 

I showed the kids the picture.

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We agreed on looking at the pictures that pancakes seemed like a good idea.

So, challenge set, we got to work with a few slight changes to the original.

We got together the ingredients.

         INGREDIENTS

  • 1 cups self-raising flour
  • 1 cup almond flour
  • 1/3 cup brown sugar
  • 1/3 cup coconut shreds
  • 1/2 teaspoon bicarbonate of soda
  • 1 1/2 cups milk
  • 2 eggs
  • 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
  • 50g butter, melted
  • 1 banana sliced
  • 125g raspberries
  • 250g strawberries, hulled, sliced (we used frozen straight from the freezer)
  • 125g blueberries

    METHOD

    Step 1

    Preheat oven to 200C/180C fan-forced. Grease and line a 3cm-deep, 24.5cm x 37.5cm (base) baking tray with baking paper, extending paper 2cm above edges of the tray on 2 short sides.

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    Step 2

    Whisk flour, coconut, almond flour, sugar, bicarbonate of soda and a pinch of salt together in a large bowl. Make a well in the center. Whisk milk, egg, and vanilla in a large jug. Add milk mixture to well. Whisk until just combined.

    Step 3

    Brush baking paper in the prepared tray with half the melted butter. Spread batter into prepared tray. Smooth top. Top with half the berries/fruit, gently pressing into batter. Dab all over with remaining butter. Bake for 10 minutes or until a skewer inserted into the center comes out clean.

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    Step 4

    Preheat grill on high. Grill pancake for 1 to 2 minutes or until golden. Cool for 1 minute.

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    Step 5

    Top with remaining berries and drizzle with syrup. Serve.

    As it came out of the oven there was a collective ‘oooh!’ it looked fab and it was really tasty.

     

     

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This is how I will be cooking pancakes from now on and the challenge to make a keto version is on.

Thanks to

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for a great idea!

Central Caribbean Marine Institute Ecology Camp

This week sees Jim off to CCMI for Ecology and Coral Conservation Camp. A week-long camp on Little Cayman cantered around diving and, well, conservation.

Diving gear packed we put him on a tiny plane and waved him off on his adventure.

Just to give you an idea of what he is up to here are a few of the things he will be up to beach activities, mangrove exploration, and canoeing…

Oh and diving.

One activity was helping baby turtles into the sea.

And enjoying sunsets.

Gorging Ourselves

A day out at one of my favourite spots, Lydford Gorge. A fantastic river gorge right on the edge of Dartmoor. An idyllic lush green valley. It is like the land time forgot.

At one end the spectacular Devil’s Cauldron and at the other the beautiful White Lady Falls. In between a wonderful walk along the river, scrambling over rocks and through secret sunlit glades. All the while the sound of the water tinkling and gurgling and birds singing.

Just magical if a little tough on the legs!

Up a Creek

Fowey.

Boat trip today.

Inspired by memories of Wind in the Willows and Swallows and Amazons we imagined ourselves in the innocent world we read about as children.

We were the Famous Five setting off on a river adventure and with ‘pip pips‘ and ‘splendids‘ we headed to the dockside in Fowey.

But as we got to the dock, with a flash of shared insight, we all began giggling as we thought about the ‘Inbetweeners’ Episode ‘The Field Trip‘ where the boys go on a boat trip in Swanage Harbour. If you have not seen it I highly recommend it.

The innocent jolly japes of our imagined childhoods were replaced by the far closer approximation of reality as shown in the sitcom.

Smutty giggles of ‘socks on cocks‘, ‘where’s the flares‘ and ‘punching fish to death‘ rang out as we laughed at the puerile on-screen buffoonery that amused us all so much.

Prescient?

Beautiful day.

Picnic pasties securely stowed.

Life vests on.

James was given the ‘how to drive the boat‘ briefing by the rental bloke.

Off we set.

Puttering up the river.

About an hour into our adventure and at the widest part of the river, where the River Fowey meets the River Lerryn, the engine died and the boat stopped.

Just to spice up the tension the tide was now rapidly causing the river level to drop.

There was now a very real danger of us being stranded on the emerging mudflats.

Pushed one way by the rapidly outgoing tide and blown the other by the wind we were in the dead center of the river.

James and I started paddling while we reviewed our predicament and tried to restart the motor.

Nothing.

We couldn’t find the flare but a quick phone call back to the boat rental company had the rescue boat dispatched and help on the way.

Bloody hell I’ll have to shut my whole operation down. Oh god the tide is going out! You’ve gone too far. You’ve gone too far! It’ll take ages to get to you‘, came the plaintive cry in a soft but thick, like cream, West Country accent. One noticeably tinged with frustration and fear.

He hung up.

In the meantime, we had to paddled furiously to stay ahead of the falling tide and avoid being stuck in the muddy ooze that was rapidly appearing all around us.

We had to cover about half a mile to get to the non-tidal part of the estuary or face being marooned in the mud.

With an effort, we reached the deeper part of the river where three passing paddleboarders came to our aid.

They whizzed home to get dad and his boat.

Out came their dad to tow us back to Fowey.

We had discovered who led the Blytonesk life of boats and fun adventure and who existed in the world portrayed in comedy.

On the way back we met the rental rescue boat. The chap hopped onto our boat and as quick as a flash started our motor and off we went again.

We waved thank you to our paddleboarding friends.

We where all soaked to the skin.

Hysterical!

South Beach Juxtaposition

The Lincoln Road Mall, like much of Miami Beach, gives the impression of a fading smile. A once beautiful set of pearly whites marred by lack of care and upkeep.

Time has taken its toll. Some of the teeth are pristine and white. Others dark and rotting. Some missing completely. Its looks like a mouth full of broken teeth.

Vacant shops and hotels pepper the high street, gathering dust. Units, once homes to easily recognisable names of retail, advertise cheap spaces for rent. Next, to them boutique shops offering marque makes and the type of chique only serious money can buy; their exclusive clientele insulated from the heat and grinding poverty in their bubble tea world as much by money as a practiced callous indifference.

So much so that even the tasing one homeless man in the middle of the street, in the middle of the day doesn’t so much as cause a stir.

On every street, huge spaces are given over to selling tatt to tourists. They all carry identical ranges of stock selling everything from skimpy swimsuits to mummified crocodile heads. Yes, real reptilian heads, in every size being sold as souvenirs alongside ashtrays and fake designer clothes. The shops all lurid bright colours reminiscent of the 80’s blare out loud Latin pop music with a thumping baseline and Spanish rap.

Here where the high street runs into the sand and the pale blue sea the poor beg outside multi-million-dollar apartments the dysfunctional American dream is played out in all its glory and pitilessness.

Played out here at a glacial pace under tropical sun of the American Riviera is the great American recession of the last 20 years.

South Beach, the very model for the Darwinian struggle that is the very best and worst of capitalism. A fight for survival played out between colliding cultures full of energy and dynamism.

And just wonderful.

 

Tres Años

Exhausted after another full-on school year I have spent the weekend just catching my breath and taking stock of our time here so far.

It’s only been the blink of an eye but three years have passed since we began this adventure.

To help with this period of reflection we have friends staying with us.

The great thing about having guests is that you get to see the island through their eyes. You get to explore afresh and show off your favourite sites.

Saturday found us swimming at governors beach, visiting Hell, popping into Macabucca for Mudslides, stopping at Camana Bay for a mooch before driving out to Spots Beach to swim with sea turtles.

Sunday was James’s 17th Birthday. Yep my son is 17 years old.

So we had breakfast in town before donning snorkel gear and heading out to the reefs over Eden Rock. After a couple of hours, we headed to shore and Vic drove everyone down to Sunset House. I swam.

At Sunset, Sue and I swam out to see the mermaid. We free dived down to get a better view before settling down to enjoy the view with a Mudslide.

Monday and we circumnavigated the east of the island stopping to see the Blowholes and the Wreck of the 10 Sails.

Then on to Starfish Point for a picnic via Over the Edge for a Mudslide and Jonny Cakes.

We rounded off the day at Rum Point with Mudslides.

Tuesday, Sting Ray City in the morning and Sue, Steve, Andy, and Sarah spent the rest of the day just grinning from ear to ear and were still on a high from the outing the next day.

We rounded off the afternoon with a lazy lunch at Rackham’s and snorkeling with the Tarpon. Everyone was nicely sun-baked and exhausted so soup for dinner and cocktails just to help everyone sleep.

Wednesday, Poppy took our guests on a walk to town. Their aim for the day to go ‘Geo-Cashing’. The world-wide treasure hunt craze; for the uninitiated. Sarah stayed behind so I had her helping me with baking.

We made high tea with a Caribbean twist, Cucumber Sandwiches, iced tea, Venezuelan Pan de Jamon and Pina Colada Rum Cake. The gang returned and within 20 minutes all our hard work was gone! Everyone was left suitably replete and with the weather looking overcast we snuggled in to watch a film.

Thursday. Dive Day. James and I headed out early for a dive; the final part of my Advanced Diving Qualification and my 100th dive. Over the wall for a deep dive and then onto the Wreck of the Doc Polson. Both wonderful.

Steve tagged along for the ride. He started the day being typically English and reserved not wanting to be in the way. By the time we finished, he was barefoot and shirtless climbing all over the boat jumping in the sea. Clearly channeling his inner pirate.

We watched the most spectacular storm over George Town.

Then in the afternoon, we took Sue and Steve (now back to normal) diving. They undertook their Discover Scuba training and then we all headed out to the reef near the Lobster Pot for their first dive.

They loved it!

Friday. I headed into work to get some end of year reports done. Vic and the gang headed towards 7 Mile stopping off at the Ritz on the way to see their in house art gallery.

Suitably culturally recharged they then headed on to Royal Palms for a day of Cocktails and a top-up of sunshine.

 

 

Steve particularly enjoyed the cocktails… he was as tired as a newt afterwards.

Reports done I headed home and started cooking up a storm. Mango curry, chicken and coconut korma and a spicy vegetable curry all served with fluffy saffron and coconut rice and chapatis.

The gang descended Jon, Dee, Jack, Holly, Arty, Drew, Paul, Steph, and Clive. With Sue, Steve, Andy, and Sarah plus those already in residence it was quite a house full!

Still, there was plenty of food to go round.

Saturday and off to the Turtle Sanctuary.

Sue, who left the house unsure about ‘why we had to go to the turtle farm‘, fell in love with the place as soon as we entered the park. She literally screamed and I am sure she said, ‘they’re so cute I could die‘ and proceeded to turn into Agnes.

 

 

Mesmerised by the adults in the main pond we just stood gaping happily at the giants for half an hour before reluctantly moving on to the babies.

It’s hard to describe how pretty they are. Each one like a living broach, their shells like exquisite paintings.

 

 

Of course, the encounter tanks were a hit with all even Andy who managed to get bitten by one baby. After a good long time we eventually wrestled, a now besotted, Sue out of the water, ‘but I love them’ came her wail, as she was dragged out.

 

 

We mooched on to the big pool and met the reef sharks, barracuda and tarpon.

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After a suitable period of ‘ooh’ and ‘ah’ and ‘would you just look at that’ it was time to snorkel.

 

 

We rather lost our guests at this point as they simply refused to leave the turtle pond until it shut. They swam about giggling and goggle-eyed. But who can blame them? Swimming with sea turtles is magical after all.

We moved on to the aviary and hand-feeding time.

 

 

Which was nice.

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To cap off our visit we hung out by the pool. And because we were just next door to Macabucca we just had to stop for a Mudslide.

At this point, we were beginning to worry Sue might be hooked.

So to help her:

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Sunday and breakfast at the Marriott with the gang.

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Wreck snorkeling and a final Mudslide while watching one last sunset over the Caribbean.