Waitrose: From Highbury to Holetown

Before coming out to Barbados for a six month sabbatical, I had my fingers burned (both metaphorically and physically) by a Waitrose BBQ. After an extraordinarily promising start in the dicey world of disposable BBQ-ing (it ignited), the BBQ soon died down, and saw several free range corn-fed chicken breasts and a sustainably sourced tuna…