`Stuck` in Antigua
Many moons ago when my hair was not quite so grey and I was flying for HM the Q, I spend the odd detachment at Coolidge / Antigua helping to put down the rebellion on the neighboring island of Anguilla. Quite what fear and dread our two brown Mk1 Andovers put into the rebels we never knew, but the flying was quite superb and in such a lovely setting. I can recall that our payload between Coolidge and Ronald Webster International, seemed to consist either of bobbies form the UK or crates of beer!
Bad luck for the 777 and her gallant crew, possibly a case of `there but the grace of god` etc. However I can think of many worse spots to spend and extra 24 hours than Antigua.