Believe it or not, we're back at Grenada Marine boatyard, though not completely within its mosquito-loving fold. This time we're still floating but tied to a long, new pontoon that Grenada Marine completed a couple of months ago. It's like the boat yard is our own irresistible magnet. Still, at least we have enough mozzies here to make sure we don't get lonely. I never realised until now that the further you get out to sea, the more the mozzies disappear, just a hundred more metres out and they're pretty much gone but the moment you step back onto land and if you don't have spray on, they're so excited to see you they throw you a huge welcome back party. Since we may be the inaugural customer boat tied onto Grenada Marine's new pontoon and have been here possibly longer than any other cruiser at the moment, I wonder if this could be fitting. Even Louis the South African rigger saw us by the toilets a couple of days ago and asked, 'Are you guys looking for a job?' We were like, no, why would you ask? Actually, now that I think of it, Jack's eyes did light up a little. Thinking of his own shed in the corner of the boat yard? Jack's boat shed empire? Boat shed empire with all the tools he could ever use? Oh crap! I gotta get him outta here. 

They don’t have electricity on this pontoon yet but the electricians were nice enough to rig us up with shore power when we got here, only for it to die when the rain became particularly torrential. It turns out that we don't really need land-based electricity since we came back to the boatyard dock to have another solar panel installed after the first one they put on wasn't quite enough for my complex culinary requirements; a fridge and a working freezer on anchor. Cringe, wince, so sorry for the decadent lifestyle. So this means the Grenville Posse turned up again last week. There's this song they've been singing since they've been working on Quest that goes, 'Going Solo' and over the last few days, Jack's been converting it into 'Going Solar'. Yesterday we actually had more electricity coming in than we could use! The Skip (Posse’s collective name for Jack) is in solar panel heaven! From sunshine! This means that besides having chilled and frozen food, we can also turn on our inverter not just when the gennie is chugging away underneath the floorboards. And charge, charge, charge! Cameras, laptops, water makers and cups of tea with the electric kettle, all sorts of socket-based fun. I bet Jack wishes now that he could sell some back to the National Grid like those farmers with windmills we used to pass on the way down to Milford Haven.

At least the girls have some company. A summer camp has been organised for kids at Grenada Marine, run by Laura the owner's wife, the lady who wants to start up a whole new school for her kids. There'd be nothing wrong with her school either, no surprise, she's calm yet capable, chilled out but has an attendance list tucked firmly under her arm. There are about 20 kids in the camp and yesterday she had two dinghy sailor instructors taking the kids sailing around in the little bay. At first my girls watched the camp from Quest's bowels and were too shy to join in and and of course being the weirdo I am, I was too but luckily Jack was there to drag them off Quest. 'You will join in,’ he said and they did. They spent all day in the sea and when it was time to go yesterday afternoon, I watched two girls hug Lu in waist-deep, mangrove-murky water. 'See you tomorrow!’ they called. Lulu hugged them right back. 'Ok!' Meanwhile, Delphine was being propelled across the bay from one dinghy sailor to another in her little Iggle Piggle boat. Jack and I watched her through our fingers. 'Look,' Jack says, 'she's holding the tiller! She's steering!' I opened one eye slowly. Delphine was looking forward. Only forward. 'Wow, she is sailing!’ Last night at supper, we asked them about their day. ‘Did you like the sailing?’ Jack asked. Delphine shrugged. ‘I liked the swimming.’ Jack stared at her before blinking a number of times. He turned to Lu. ‘What did you think?’ 'It was good,’ Lu said slowly like she didn’t want to hurt his feelings, 'but I didn't want to tell those dinghy instructors that I crossed the Atlantic. You know, in case they'd think I knew how to sail.’ I was like, yeah, me neither! Go, Lu!