Astra Log - Rudd week, 25th Feb - 2nd March..
Astra Log 25th Feb - 2nd March -BVI's -Rudd Week
Monday 25th Feb
Having dropped Astra’s Liz Hurley lookalike (Norah) at the Airport, we headed for Jost Van Dyke, and anchored beside a tiny island call Sandy Spit. Snorkelled, watched the diving birds and pottered around the island as the sun went down. Then moved to a mooring beside Foxy’s Taboo for dinner but unfortunately it was closed so we had Fajitas on board, very good, and as there was no moon the stars were fantastic. John identified Mars; unfortunately it disappeared when we turned off the spreader lights!
Tuesday 26th Feb
Off to the Indians, (some rocks near
Wed 27th Feb
Thurs 28th Feb
To Wreck Alley, where the stoic divers plunged into the breaking waves of a turbulent sea to explore 3 wrecks (Mary L, Pat & Beata). Beata was a fairly new Tug, good dive, Big Grouper living in the wheel house.
Then great 10 mile sail back to the west end of Tortolla, for dinner on the waterfront terrace of the Jolly Roger Inn. George demonstrated his growing prowess on the tender by executing a textbook parking manoeuvre in front of a very impressed collection of diners. A few drinks to the good, it was considered wise to allow Ash to steer the tender back to Astra. We cast off and then couldn’t get the engine started as Ash had neglected to insert the kill chord correctly resulting in a slightly embarrassing bit of drifting around in front of the restaurant.
Fri 29th Feb
Left at 7am and sailed to The Baths for more tomfoolery. We went into the boulders as one group and emerged as five separate groups. Most returned to the boat without significant incident but Nicky was left the task of getting George safely back aboard. She failed: firstly he kept on attempting to head-butt rocks, then he jumped straight legged from a rather large boulder into shallow water. Just as things were looking up, with the boulders behind and Astra insight he fell over and grasped a large handful of fire coral which is a rather nasty marine equivalent of a stinging nettle. Norah would have delighted in his staggering incompetence! A fantastic salad for lunch with some ham that had John groaning with delight at about 95 decibels.
The FWS’s (Flipping Wally Society!? Or something like that. A society set up to acknowledge acts of lamentable stupidity, inaugurated by Norah Hickman) membership burgeoned in the afternoon with the arrival of a particularly unable collection of seamen. After missing their mooring bouy three times this pathetic excuse for sailors turned through 1080 degrees before jettisoning their bent boat hook into the sea. Their embarrassment was accentuated by Sally’s courageous act of selflessly diving overboard to retrieve the boat hook for this bunch of cretins, risking being run down by this incredibly poorly helmed vessel.
Nicky kite-surfed relentlessly while George and Ash got back to the serious business of playing boules (3-0). Nicky managed to escape without injury whilst some of her fellow “dudes” struggled with the “sketchy” conditions. One poor “dude” took a hit from a “big wave” in “gnarly” waters and ended up having a very close encounter with a large lump of rock: very messy.
Sat 1st March
More Kite Surfing by Nicky in the
morning as the conditions were less “sketchy” and the “surf” was really “going
off”, then departed to head back to
An “awesome” (more kite-boarding speak) week was topped off with an excellent dinner in the restaurant at Trellis bay. Nicky did an outstanding rendition of Walk the Line by Johnny Cash, wooing the punters with her athletic performance. Sally, Jeremy, John, Angie and Nicky all used the dance floor to do an excellent impression of a group of rhythm-devoid dyspraxics. Brilliant.
Sunday 2nd March
Sunday was a day of farewells; Nicky tendered to the Airport to