The Penns arrived (after the journey from hell) and we met up with them in
Maya Cove, at the east end of Tortola. The Sunsail operation there is
pretty impressive. We were the only blue hull for miles and they wouldn't
let us fill up with fuel or water.
Yesterday we motored around 5 miles across the Sir Francis Drake channel to
Cooper Island, and are on a mooring off Manchioneel Bay - a pretty idyllic
spot. The water is crystal clear and the white beach is only a short swim
away. It was a different story last night though. We are being
affected by a weather depression just to the north, which gave us strong wind
squalls last night. They were so powerful that they flipped our dinghy
over, with the outboard on the back. Charlie and Juliet returned the
dinghy to its normal position and then Charlie decided to untie the windsurfer
board, which was on a rope attached to the dinghy. He jumped into the
dinghy and untied the painter. Suddenly there was a massive gust of wind
and the windsurfer flipped, jerking the rope out of his hand. The
windsurfer disappeared into the night. There was only one thing for it -
he had to launch into the blackness and swim after it. It would have been
fine, except that it was such a wild night. Anyhow, he came back shortly
afterwards, with the windsurfer. The wind didn't abate until around 2.30
am so we didn't get much sleep until then.
Looking at the view this morning, it is hard to believe last night's
Manchioneel Bay, Cooper Island
On Friday we watched some of the Oysters racing in the BVI Spring
We also visited the studio of a local sculptor/artist called Aragorn.