To Deshaies

Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Sun 7 Jun 2009 22:24
En Route to Deshaies - pronounced Day-Hay
 
 
 
              
 
 
 
As we settled for our last night in Jolly Harbour I took this photo of Skippers right hand. He trashed it whilst sorting out the forest below the girl. A must is frog marching him to a stand at the boat show in September and buying him a stout pair of gloves. We got into bed and I thought I had had a nights sleep, leapt up to find it was half past midnight and the bright full moon had woken me. Up again at five thirty to find it brighter.
 
 
 
 
   
 
 
 
Off we went and soon caught this very muscular chap. Filleted and half for Bears supper and the rest with mayonnaise the next day in a baguette. Our first look at Deshaies from the sea. We had stopped briefly when we had the hire car and knew it to be a small fishing village.
 
 
 
 
         
 
 
 
Don't ask - I didn't
 
 
 
 
         
 
 
 
Skipper doing more 'usual' looking chores. The anchorage was quiet with about ten boats. Not that we are purists, just a discipline Bear has always done - but we were the only boat to show an anchor ball and one of the half that had an anchor light.
 
 
 
 
         
 
 
 
Everywhere we seem to go we find an eatery called "Hemingway's". Skipper sorting his flags out. Couldn't he have told me. The third photo shows what happened to me with the sun overhead all day. A triangle of red down the centre and when I lifted my brasoomps, huge white areas. I would have shown the whole photo but it would scare small children into thinking Halloween had come round again.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Settled for the night but anxious to see if I can shake hands with The Saintes, we'll see tomorrow.
 
 
 
 
 
ALL IN ALL PLEASED TO BE LEAVING TOMORROW BUT REALLY ENJOYED THE SAIL HERE.