It feels like it was yesterday that I watched the curving roads twist and bend through St Lucia. I peered out the car’s window as we went past brightly coloured houses and brick layered sides of unfinished constructions built on the edges of hills, with the rain heavy on the window, blurring my vision slightly. I sat back and caught my friend’s eye in the rear-view window. She smiled as her uncle raced through the road, rushed against the heavy rain.
“You brought the rain season with you, man,” He said to me laughing and making a joke that I took England’s weather with me on my flight. “It was sunny all week.”