Immersed in a coral garden of delights - purple sea fans and giant barrel sponges, angelfish, doctor fish and damselfish - and fixated on a large blue napoleon fish, I didn’t notice I was drifting so close to the shipwreck. Lifting my head from the crystal-clear cyan water, I saw a great rusting hulk looming overhead. Beneath me, shades of the original disaster emerged from the gloom; but as the sun disappeared behind a cloud, my delight turned to foreboding and I kicked briskly back to the boat.
I’d been exploring two of St Kitts’ best snorkelling spots — White House Bay and Shitten Bay — en route to St
