Destination Memories: Bathsheba, Barbados

Members and travel writers share the places they’re travelling to, albeit in their minds

A beach with boats in the sea, buildings and palm trees.

Writer and London member, Darcie Imbert, wishes she was sat in Sea Side Bar, Bathsheba’s seasoned rum shop, with a flask of Mount Gay and an endless ocean view

By Darcie Imbert  Images by Darcie Imbert   Saturday 30 May, 2020   Short read

The Barbados of Darcie Imbert’s childhood consisted of powdered sand and pristine waters, flying fish sandwiches and sunburnt skin. Returning as an adult, with her boyfriend, enriched her with a perception that delved far beyond the glittering facade. 

Descending from the limitless stretch of sugar cane, interrupted only by weathered plantation houses in the distance, our soft-top Jeep twists through the single route that leads from the south to the east coast of the island before reaching the beach road of Bathsheba. 

Far from the blissfully still waters of the Caribbean Sea that beckon you as a lustrous aquamarine temptress, the Atlantic Coast reverberates with power, spitting salty water onto the coastline with a meditative hum. Despite being only 30 minutes from the well-oiled, rosé-drinking holidaymakers of the west coast, Bathsheba feels like the Caribbean of the pre-Hilton era: untamed, rugged and raw. Aside from fisherman and a few ambling locals, the beach is mostly sparse, a paradisiacal enclave reserved for the few.
An elderly woman in a local super market.