Juno had endured two and a half months on her own. We left and she was one of the few boats in the "over-fifties" end of the marina. When we returned she was in good company with boats packed in solid. Some ARC'ers some over-winterers some sun-seekers.

Alison and I arrived a day before Terry & Jane who were joining us for the short transfer hop across from Puerto Calero, Lanzarote to Las Palmas, Gran Canaria.

The winds were on the blustery side and on a practice day outing I had my worst berthing moment.....bump in the night sort of stuff. It was an inauspicious start to T&J's sailing career (and start it was). Once we were out of the marina we headed SW for the Papagayo beach. Five minutes out a loud alarm sounded. It took twenty minutes to single out the starboard lazarette locker bilge pump as the cause. It took two hours to silence it and establish all was well and a dirty sensor was to blame. Things looked up from there. The tapas was prepared. The sun shone. The winds eased. A hard tacking return to base gave Jane a chance to demonstrate dogged obedience to direct orders. We had a good run home to MPC.

Later, we were treated to a delicious Gala Night dinner at Amura, the go-to restaurant in Puerto Calero in celebration of Jane & Terry's silver wedding anniversary. Champagne moments all round. Just like the Cricket Club really.

Terry had ensured that the evening went well by secretly arranging for just the right amount of silver jewellery to be gifted at the opportune moment.