You mean you didn’t go to Cameron harvest? Well you miss a great experience in your life. I thank God that I didn’t miss out on this opportunity to enjoy a taste of heaven. I’ll tell you about it.

It was about 10.30 a.m. when I boarded the maxi, destination Cameron, an outpost of the parish of St Anthony’s, Petit Valley.

On arrival I made a beeline for the seasoning department. Well seasoned, I went around to the other stalls to share my hard-earned cash with my St Augustine RC community neighbours. In the punch board there were no blanks and so I ‘won’ some gifts.

The pommecytheres (so to spell it?) did not escape my attention nor appetite and I had my tasty fill. I then proceeded across the road for some phoulorie (so to spell it?), and to wash it down I was called to the bar. 

Parishioners enjoying the ambiance at Cameron

All this time the air was filled with sweet well-chosen music (not blasting loud) emanating from a little mound in the background. With the rhythm (and the bar products) in my blood I chipped around the tents to meet friends and take part in what the stalls had to offer.

In all this I found that the most enjoyable experience was in meeting so many parishioners from down on the flat. And the parish priest was most conspicuous among the gathering. So we chatted and I bought drinks for my friends and they reciprocated.

 We were high in spirits not because of what we were consuming but due to the fresh healthy unpolluted air and the friendly atmosphere.

Did someone say lunchtime? It is true that the queue was long but did you ever hear the saying: Good food comes to those who wait? It was real Cameron blue food garnished with other produce of the land blessed with the work of human hands. That food was tasty. Let me repeat – that food was tasty.

After that meal a siesta would have been good but I mingled around with friends and was so happy to see the outcome of this obviously tremendous amount of work put in by the folks of Cameron.

The support of St Anthony’s and Nativity was very encouraging and I am sure that both the people of Cameron and the parish priest were pleased with the outcome.

It was a very successful day which did not end when I left mid-afternoon, because I heard the ad which was inviting attendants to fete from night till morning and if I know the people of Cameron, that hill would have been shaking from sunset to sunrise.

Well done Cameron, well done parishioners, I shall not miss it next year (or whenever). Let us thank the Lord for a wonderful day.