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A Tale of a Vanishing Caribbean Tradition

A Tale of a Vanishing Caribbean Tradition

Every island has fishing villages that feel centuries old, shores that are littered with broken boats (schooners), nets, and memories of the days of great catches. 

It's the proud and dying life memorialised in the late Derek Walcott's poem, The Schooner Flight.

I know these islands from Monos to Nassau,   
a rusty head sailor with sea-green eyes   
that they nickname Shabine, the patois for   
any red nigger, and I, Shabine, saw   
when these slums of empire was paradise.   
I’m just a red nigger who love the sea,   
I had a sound colonial education,
I have Dutch, nigger, and English in me,   
and either I’m nobody, or I’m a nation . . .

More than picturesque, these places are tradition, as Vanishing Sail, The Story of a Caribbean Tradition is poised to tell us.

It's the story of Alwyn Enoe and his family of boatbuilders, in a village called Windward, in Carriacou.

Importantly, it's the story of another of our traditions in the Caribbean. One that's dying.

It's notice to those of us who can do something about it.


The film is the work of Greek director Alexis Andrews (writer, director, cinematographer), a photographer by trade and British-born Justin Sihera (producer, cinematographer), who undertook 15 years of research and work with the Enoe family of boatbuilders in the Eastern Caribbean to make the film.

Sihera's family are from India and Carriacou. Since making the film, he now lives and works there: "doing something about it."

Watch the trailer on the Vanishing Sail web site.



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