Sadly, the wind acceleration at the southern end of Dominica was more than our old gennaker could handle and it blew out in a 25 knot gust, leaving us with flapping shreds for the rest of the crossing to Martinique. (We do have a replacement for it, we were just using the old one until we could bring ourselves to throw it away.) Now is that time (although Andrea is talking about making luggage out of the material so currently it is stuffed under the table in the cockpit).
Not a lot to say about Martinique. It does have a big Carrefour, so we could buy a new 240 volt vacuum cleaner and restock on confit de canard.
Just a flag now