There’s a cluster of tourist-oriented signposts at the next crossroads, the intersection of Auchenskeoch (pronounced “or-kins-styor”)/Buccoo Bay Road and Shirvan Road, known as Buccoo Junction. A right turn climbs into one of Tobago’s smartest residential districts, where opulent villas nestle next to tiny villages, while the left takes you to BUCCOO, a small village haphazardly built around a calm and beautiful bay. Fishing remains a major industry here, but since the nearby reef has become a premier attraction, the community has embraced tourism. The annual goat races, established back in 1925, are held here each Easter and the event is taken very seriously by competitors – jockeys train the belligerent animals, who continue to refuse to obey any orders, and the result is a joy to watch. Crab races also take place but are taken less seriously. The quiet village atmosphere disappears every Sunday when the masses descend for Sunday School. The combined effect of a a muddy sea bed and its Sunday job as a urinal make Buccoo a terrible place to swim, though the palm-lined western fringe of the bay is more appealing with cleaner water and plenty of shells and coral fragments to collect.