Grenada, it seems, is no stranger to storms - political, natural, or in our case, domestic.
By worrying coincidence, the day that we've arrived in Grenada is officially the start of the hurricane season, which runs from June to November.
In 1762, the Brits returned and rolled out their towels again, with Grenada eventually becoming a crown colony.
Grenada is the biggest of the thin trail of islands which make up the Grenadines, stretching from Bequia and Mustique in the north to Carriacou and Grenada in the south.
Grenada produces most of the world's nutmeg and, as someone who thinks most people buy half a dozen nutmegs in a lifetime, it was jaw-dropping to see thousands of 100kg bags bulging with the little nuts.
10am, BBC2 Test cricket: West Indies v England The penultimate day of the Test match in Grenada.
Grenada doesn't really sound like a place to seek refuge from the stormy international waters of wars, terrorism and Sars: while place names like Jamaica sound sugary and sweet, Grenada just sounds like something that will probably explode in your face.
But Grenada is fine by me because I didn't want to do anything.
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The first thing that strikes you as you arrive is the overwhelmingly Christmassy smell of clove, mace and cinnamon - a disconcerting experience when the temperature is 33C backed up by a drenching 90 per cent humidity; the second is that while Grenada floats in the blue Caribbean like a small square of rumpled green baize, it also seems to be adrift somewhere about the early Fifties.
There was a good attendance, too, and not just the England supporters who have been enjoying Caribbean life, for Grenada has embraced the match.
