Being in Salt Cay is being in love. The island and its mother the sea live together perfectly. Their beautiful flow of energy of life is magnificently reflected in Poseidon, aka Nick at Pirate’s Hideaway.
Pirate’s Hideaway is the guest house of Nick and his impressive sister Candida. It features Oliver Cromwell, a delightful parrot whose “hello” and other conversation mingled musically with the donkeys’ bray, birdsong and roosters’ crows. Nick’s connection with the wildlife enabled our children, an eleven year old girl and a six year old boy, to marvel at the donkeys’ “velvet like” fur. They also got to go salt raking -- exellent!
Nick’s generosity also gave us clamming in North Creek where the kids, after operating as clam runners from guest to guest, made sand villages along teeming tidal pools. Their villages featured bridges and a “government building” (I wondered why they would include this voluntarily) made of clam, snail, conch and more shells. The expanse of wet sand was a perfect palette for their driftwood stick drawings on a big scale – wowee zowee!
The clamming experience was better than any salted seaweed spa I can imagine. The mineral richness of magnificent mushy sea sand took me in and smoothed and soothed my body and soul – all while able to gaze upon Poseidon! Gentle North Creek is a stone’s throw from the Atlantic crashing on boulder like coral – yin and yang at its best.
Salt Cay’s hospitality was deliciously expressed in the Pirate’s Hideaway’s clam chowder – expertly prepared (from our clams!) by Nick in their own kitchen, a large comfortable space within earshot of Oliver featuring African flavored artifacts. Their freshwater pool provided a waterfall for soothing massage if one liked (I did), along with plenty of floating noodles. All of this abundance was surrounded by flowers and fruit trees -- plus, they have a cotton tree!
Not to be missed is the fried conch -- to my mind a taste of the sea's angels' wings -- at Pat's Restaurant, located near the Pirate's Hideaway.
Candi attended efficiently to all our arrangements, including our “wheels” for the week, a golf cart on which we were routinely greeted by friendly waves from resident islanders, reflecting their polite welcome for our families.
In the sunshine the scuba diving was perfect, and in the night the stars bathed us most plentifully – Neptune and the Southern Cross protecting us. And all the time the sustaining breezes – at bedtime I could feel and hear them all around and drift off so easily.
I am most grateful for the sweet refuge of Pirate’s Hideaway and Salt Cay; it holds a first in vacation destinations.
- Pirates Hideaway Hotel
