We Move In to SIR
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Mon 23 Mar 2020 23:57
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We Move in to Sleeping Indian Retreat
 We jumped up with excitement this
morning in the pouring rain and wind gusts to twenty-five knots – what on earth
has happened to the Caribbean weather. We enjoyed a very slow breakfast and
eventually the sun put his hat on for just a little
sunshine.
  Bear raised the anchor for the last
time on our wonderful at-venture and I steered toward the fairway. We were soon
passing an ‘oops’ and behind it a
rather lovely house being built. Love the upper level patio arrangement
in the middle of the two wings.
 Huge wind gusts as I began to line
up, using next doors kayak as a target. First attempt
– just as a twenty-five knot gust reared up......backwards then.... A quick
U-turn at the end by Customs and a more determined go, thankfully timed right on
a six knot gust. On our dock
safely at 8:20 local time. Boys under my arm, I waited for Bear to
quickly pick me up and deposit me over the threshold, more like a hop than
anything else.......
 Beds in
position......
 ........soon joined by the rest of the boys.
 Bear
enjoying the view with Beez Neez ready for a well deserved
rest.
  Within minutes ‘stuff’ was being brought in, the washing machine was on,
all the new bedding we bought in South Africa going upstairs and soon the second
load was on with the first load on the airer. Sooooo
exciting to load the fridge, an upright with an ice delivery and cold water
delivery in the door, such a treat.
We settled to enjoy a cup of tea and
try the TV to watch some news – nothing, nadda, nunca – very frustring. We got
on the internet and had just pulled up the BBC News when Bird video-called us.
Whilst it was wonderful to see Bird, Danny and the boys, we couldn’t believe
everything they were telling us about the Covid 19 virus. Schools closed, social
distancing, hand-washing, hospitals filling, non-essential businesses closing,
we looked like a pair of meerkats with the amount our heads kept bobbing,
several times I clapped my hand over my mouth. Definitely feels like we dropped
off the planet on our journey here to arrive to a planet in trouble. We were so
grateful to be updated but our plans to fly on the 7th of April are beginning to
look uncertain, one email said cancelled and one a couple of days later that our
seats had changed. Just 83 in my junk box and 46 in the inbox, next job then.
 A few hours later, between downpours,
the kitchen work surfaces and floor had
disappeared.
ALL IN ALL HAPPY
CHAOS
VERY, VERY EXCITING
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