Somewhere in the glorious hodge-podge of uninhabited islands that comprise the Tobago Cays in the Grenadines, I knew that I had finally switched off. We had sailed from Union Island on a catamaran with The Moorings, crewed competently and discretely by Merion and Jennifer. It was good to be under sail and moving between heaven and earth over the improbably turquoise waters of this protected Marine Park. We dropped anchor (carefully, not touching the fragile coral), donned snorkel and mask, and Dara and I let the warm current waft us over the coral reef and brilliant tropical fish as we floated hand-in-hand in our very own universe
