Most often, I think of sheep grazing in a field, or lying like lumps of potential sweaters and scarves in a field. But in June, as we passed down the Rhine on a Viking river cruise, I spotted these more adventurous (less sheepish?) souls wandering out on what appeared to be a large piece of debris, perhaps part of a roof.
Understanding Colonial St Kitts
In a former British colony, Marilyn learns about its history and explores its beauties