Monday 26 March 2012
You will no doubt be pleased that I persuaded myself not to use the
misquote ‘every shroud has a silver lining’ as today’s title.
Have a look at Highbourne Cay before the weather changed.
The colour of the water is exactly what it says in the brochures.
After the exertions of Sunday’s overnight sail a change in the
weather due to an approaching cold front gave the excuse to sit tight for a
day. Enthusiasm for going ashore was tempered by the waves ploughing
through the anchorage as winds veered around to south and then west.
Fortunately the anchor was well dug in and I suppose due to the very shallow
water the waves moved round with the wind so that whilst we pitched happily
there was not too much rolling.
It also gave Elizabeth
no excuse but to get on with her Queen’s Diamond Jubilee kneeler for the Church
Suggestions by the Skipper that she leave the number ‘60’
out of the pattern until last in case she wished to make it 61, 62 or some
other year’s reign were dismissed out of hand! It will be finished
by the time we return to the UK
We also had our first sighting of real yachting one-upmanship:
Now that is what I call a model helicopter. No flying
demonstration however, it remained firmly tied to the deck.
To celebrate the idle day the mate broke out one of the steaks from
Penn Dutch, a meat supermarket in Fort Lauderdale
and I managed to keep the barbeque alight in the breeze; it was excellent and
we still have fresh salad from the USA to go with it. We filled
the freezer from Penn Dutch with a combination of steak, sirloin mince and
chicken at extraordinarily good prices and it has so far all proved absolutely
Today, Monday, we decided to move on south and had a very pleasant 3
hour sail of the 15 miles to Shroud Cay, all in beautiful turquoise water no
more than 5 metres deep and often rather less. On arrival I did not wish
to chance using a Park mooring as the depth under them would have given a bare
clearance for our 2.2 metres so we anchored a couple of hundred metres further
out which gave us a more comfortable metre under the keel at low water.
We took a wet dinghy ride ashore and walked up as far as the path
through the undergrowth went to view a signposted well, complete with bucket,
on the top of the island (6 metres). Such wells must have been a valuable
resource in times gone by. We will stick to our water maker.
Supper – a slightly chilli’d bolognaise.