Not much to say about Crab Cay. It is a bay that is reasonably sheltered from southerly winds and which supposedly had a good beach for Andrea to forage on. It turned out to be a “beach” of sun-bleached volcanic rock with sparse sand. The bay itself was sandy, and a haven for conches, so she did find some good conch shells in the ankle deep water (after discarding dozens with the animals still inside them). I found a rusty old machete on the beach and passed the time splitting open a green coconut. I threw the machete up at some other coconuts to try and encourage them down, but now it is embedded in a palm frond up the tree. Well, they say you shouldn’t stand under coconut trees...
On the way to Crab Cay we passed “Center of the World Rock”, which is nowhere near the center of anything.
Spoils from Crab Cay