So, what’s it like being married to Mr. Capable.. you may wonder? Dive Instructor, Sailboat Captain, does his work back home everyday and then fixes most things on board.. Well, watching A Fish Called Wanda for the first time in like a gazillion years made us realise that we may, in fact be living with Otto…. remember him? Kevin Kline’s, 'Don’t call me stupid’? The Cap shook his head at this comment. ‘Four women and a female dog,’ he replied. We all smiled wide. At least vulgarian has joined Quest’s lexicon.

On Sunday afternoon, as the sniffers worked their way through a box of stale tissues, my mum and I explored Peter Island. We found there’s not much of a beach at Great Harbour but with the broken sun loungers and empty beer cans in the bushes, there’s a Soviet resort feeling about the place. A farmstead full of vicious-sounding dogs gave the distinct impression they were chewing through their enclosure just to wrap their juicy jaws around Fin.. We tiptoed past and made our way to the next cove. Whoa. We’d reached about the fanciest resort we’ve ever seen. Each apartment with its own palm trees and hammocks strung up over the sea’s edge. Basketball court, tennis facilities and a beach, a proper beach; a wide swath of Caribbean sand with enthusiastic rollers. We eyed the beach. ‘When the kids feel better,’ we told ourselves. 

We made our way back to the dog-end of the island. Suddenly a pack of brown animals ran towards us. One thought in my brain. The farmstead dogs. In an instant, I remembered a French lady telling us how a pack of dogs attacked her dog on Petite Martinique and how they'd run into the sea to escape them. The dogs had been left standing at the water’s edge, scratching their heads. Without a second thought, I ran to the water too and dragged Fin in behind me. With my heart pounding, I waited for the snarling pack to arrive. My mum appeared, looking perplexed. ‘Why on Earth are you running away from the goats?’ 

We carried on and gasped. Two huge iguanas stood in the middle of our path. They looked like statues of prehistoric monsters. I tied Fin up to a palm tree and we got as close as we could until the iguanas started bobbing their heads and waving their fleshy necks at us. Iguana language for ‘bugger off’. Time to go. I untied Fin and was just putting my camera back into my bag when a tornado struck. With a silent Fin at the helm, I was whirled around onto the ground while being dragged towards the iguanas. Fin! I wrestled back control and pulled myself up. Fin continued to ogle the olive-coloured creatures. My mum stood staring at me. ‘What’s wrong with you?’ 

Turns out that sailing with Mr. Capable leaves a lot to live up to. ‘What kind of moron breaks into his own house?’ Thanks, Otto. 

Love from Quest and her crew xx