This unspoiled area is one of the few fisherman's villages that welcomes tourist -- not a tourist area that tolerates fishermen.
Our four-bedroom beachfront villa includes a 50-foot lap pool, private tennis and croquet courts, and a wonderful cook-housekeeper.
You can walk deserted beaches, or snorkel, body-surf, or fish. You can photograph and share the lives of our fishermen neighbors; or you can enjoy the privacy of an acre-plus lot, shielded by trees and flowers.
Privacy: We're in a fishing village, but shielded by heavy plantings on an acre and a quarter. And you even pick your own tropical fruit! Our village neighbors will welcome you if you choose to visit, but will not intrude. Watch for returning fishing boats from our patio, then walk 300 yards to the harbor to watch fish weighed and sold -- and bring some home! Or walk to the west over a series of all-but-deserted beaches, half-mile scallops of sandy beach separated by reef spurs you can climb over or wade over in reef shoes.
We allow two tradespeople -- a basket maker and wood carver -- to come into the back yard to show their wares. Miss Vanessa will tell you they're there; it you say no thanks, they'll pack up and leave.
You can walk a hundred yards down our lane, if you'd like, to learn to play grown-up dominoes at a neighbor's bar.
Touristic things: Our groundskeeper leads a walk into the hills behind us, pointing out birds and orchids.
You can drive to Black River, or hire a local boatman, to see the historic slave-trading block, visit the colorful local outdoor market, or -- best of all -- go up the river a few miles, through mangrove forests and open marshlands occupied by colorful birds and crocodiles. On the way home, stop for lunch at an unusual restaurant up on poles at Pelican Reef.
The night sky and views : With almost no light pollution, the stars are brilliant. Go for a midnight dip in the pool, but once there turn the pool lights off to enjoy the magnificent sky. Only one Dipper at a time to the north; the Southern Cross rising over the ocean during the night.
Our wide patio catches on onshore breeze most of the day, and gives you a panoramic view of the Caribbean at your doorstep so wide you'll have to turn your head to take it all in.
All this while Miss Vanessa and Miss Roxann keep house for you, shop and prepare and serve all meals, and make it a very special vacation.
I'm a retired journalist in Hartford Connecticut; my wife Elizabeth Brad Noel is a retired educator. We stumbled on Treasure Beach, on a friend's advice, in 1965. We kept going back to this little string of fishing villages -- unspoiled then, and still unspoiled. In 1972 we built our own house. (You can read the first chapter of my memoir of that multi-year process at my book website; Google for 'Near A Far Sea'.
It is easy to make friends with fishermen in our area, and we did. The area has remained relatively undeveloped because the South Coast is in a 'rain shadow': the northeast trades wring themselves out on the mountain spine, so we have half as much rain as Ocho Rios. For many years, we relied largely on rain caught on the rooftop. Large-scale hotels just weren't possible. Piped water arrived a few years ago, but tourist development has been blessedly slow.
The house accommodates up to eight -- but when one wants to be alone, there are a half-dozen places to sit, birdwatch, read or just contemplate the Caribbean