To be back in the Caymans, those lost islands tucked below Cuba, where the beaches are named by the miles they stretch, where the cruise ships anchor only on some days of the week, where the sting rays usually don’t sting and where the sun is warm all day long. I went down for the first Cayman Open a couple of years ago. Was there exactly a year ago today.
Now the upset-laden women’s World Open has just finished there, Nicol David grabbing her seventh title, and it pains me not to have made it back there.
Steve Cubbins is blogging, with his usual verve and comprehensiveness, about the Cayman World Open: