A beautiful Caribbean island virtually untouched by tourism? It does exist, says our writer. It’s Barbuda, and if you don’t require entertainment, or much in the way of frills, it is perfect
As arrivals go, it was pretty spectacular. The eight-seater plane flew low over water so clear we could easily make out the sandy seabed. Fifteen minutes later we touched down next to the “airport”, a mint green shed with a partition dividing arrivals and departures. We crossed the village by jeep before boarding a motor boat that whisked us across the wide expanse of a lagoon, then headed into the shallows of a mangrove swamp, disturbing flocks of frigate birds. From the mangroves we emerged onto the open sea, rounded a headland and there it was: a mile-long stretch of gorgeous, empty white beach.
North Beach. A simple name for a simple resort in an extraordinarily beautiful location on the tip of the little-visited island of Barbuda. Apart from five bungalows we could see nothing but sand, sea, sky and palm trees.