This is a personal selection from 175 photos taken on the trip. Most are of reunions with Karleen’s family and friends, after five years’ absence. I will not bore you with that kind of vacation snaps; only with these! Jamaica has beautiful skies like England (or most places). These were taken from our hotel in Kingston. br /> Auntie Jean came up to Kingston from deepest Westmoreland, in Jamaica’s far West, to help us get a (relatively) reliable bus to her place. She would have driven but her car is still at the mender’s, where she left it last November, before a trip to the States lasting several months. She came back in March but they remembered that she’d said there was “no hurry”. So it remains half-resprayed, the newspaper masking its windows now tattered and yellow with age, its grey primer now carrying a top-coat of yellow dust. (I know this because we went to check progress. She threatened unnamed catastrophe on their heads if it wasn’t ready “tomorrow”. They listened wi...