Flagstaff Hill

Yesterday we woke up to rain. It didn’t feel like a day for being a tourist, rather a day for relaxing, short walks and chilling. Today we again woke to rain. But today we had a plan. 

Flagstaff is a 700 metre hill to the Northeast of the island. Until the 1700s it used to be a military lookout point but now those great views have made it a common walking destination. It was a wet, windy and misty drive there and a drizzly, windy and misty uphill walk towards the peak. But this area, Deadwood Plain, has a reputation for being windy, hence the siting of the island's electric wind generators here. It was also the site of one of the two Boer prisoner of war camps when those 6000 Boers were brought to St Helena.

Fortunately the sun came out half way along the forty five minute walk to the top. The wind decided to stay with us though, to the peak and back, and then onward to Jamestown for lunch where the talk is turning to whether the aircraft will get in on Saturday. I will try and put that, and the impact on my homeward journey, to the back of my mind and enjoy this afternoon’s BBQ of tuna and crayfish. However, I am hoping that a St Helenean's idea of a crayfish is different to mine having heard Emma saying that we only had one each…