The boat is fine,  covered in dust blown in from the Sahara last week, but a good hose down soon rectified that. We unpacked, sorted, checked supplies, updated the jobs list and went out for dinner.

Wednesday morning, the sails went back up, jobs started, and I decided that I would try the washer as we are on shore power and water.  Previously it needed careful watching and forcing it to stop to avoid repeated rinse/spin repeatedly.  To our amazement and unbridled joy, it worked perfectly. Once is a fluke, twice is a possibility, three times a certainty! I'm pleased to report it is now rated a certainty. The capacity is not huge, but it is great to be able to do our own laundry.

After lunch, we took a taxi to Carrefour to stock up. Fruit vegetables, cheese, meat, fish, gin, rum, beer, wine etc., all purchased ready for us to create some meals. Dinnertime, wine glasses out, red wine box opened, shock horror - it's white! Duh!! We now have a total of 8L of white wine. We didn’t tease Simon [Ed. much!] 

Thursday; more jobs and the fiddly task of replacing the traveller block which involves removing part of the saloon lining, Simon in the saloon, Nigel on the cockpit roof and instructions passed back and forth. Once the new block is attached, the traveller sheet needs to be fed through the cockpit roof to the clutch, a job made easier by using cable rods. A bent bolt meant a trip to the chandlery in Gibraltar. Whilst in Gib', the boys wanted a trip down memory lane, so took us to 'The Horseshoe' pub, commonly known by Naval chaps as the Donkey's flip flop. Many tales have been told about antics in this establishment!