Our Story...
WSW – Story
Our Story
In 1735 the world was not at any level the privileged world we enjoy today.
Months and months by boat to get to our island which had no sanitation, health care or any luxuries we take for granted. Labour was by enslavement and the life expectancy was months not the years we take so freely now.
Beaches were mosquito-ridden and partly swamped. Men worked to cut the sugar cane and from this came rum and sugar, and made Barbados the richest country in the world for a very few, similar to the cocaine industry today.
Captain Namaste
I came to the island equally enslaved with “life” and had turned to drowning in rum and sleeping with the sandflies and mosquitos on the beach.
Rum and life were my chains for many years until I found recovery over 20 years ago.
“I fell in love with the saddest sight I’ve ever seen”
Recovery
I found the resplendent Sanctuary or did she find me? Down a run-down old road with a broken gate, hidden in a forest, I fell in love with the saddest sight I’ve ever seen.
The derelict achingly old “Bellevue Plantation” I discovered her name on an old vine-covered sign left on the broken gates”.
Bellevue is French for a beautiful view or a change of thinking from negative to positive and is used at many a recovery or mental institution so I felt an immediate bond.
Love
I had no money, but I was in love and there are no boundaries to love. I pursued the property from a Canadian whom had died and left the property to his children. They had no interest at all in rescuing her and therefore I was free to take her on and do as I wish.
Nothing absolutely nothing had happened in this house for years and years, she was broken to the core, and I was also. Bellevue restored me and I restored her. I’ve not had a drink since I met her more than 20 years ago.
“Bellevue restored me and I restored her.”
Recovery
I found the resplendent Sanctuary or did she find me? Down a run-down old road with a broken gate, hidden in a forest, I fell in love with the saddest sight I’ve ever seen.
The derelict achingly old “Bellevue Plantation” I discovered her name on an old vine-covered sign left on the broken gates”.
Bellevue is French for a beautiful view or a change of thinking from negative to positive and is used at many a recovery or mental institution so I felt an immediate bond.
