The next morning saw us poised by the radio for the mooring ball allocations for Warderick Wells, but as soon as breakfast was over we were leaving the mooring and heading South past the sandbanks to our destination. A relatively short sail/motorsail saw us threading our way through the rocks and sand into the North mooring field on Warderick Wells. This is a paradise of glorious colours and the mooring field was almost reminiscent of the Exe, with the sand bars close to the boat, although the weather is obviously better. Before we could begin to get lunch Ted took the dinghy to take some photographs. On his return we were joined again for lunch by another bananaquit, but it didn’t stay long as no food was forthcoming. Then it was ashore to visit the Park office to pay our dues and pick up informative leaflets and postcards. However they didn’t sell stamps as the Mail Boat doesn’t call there so heaven knows when they’ll be posted.

After all this we set off to walk up Boo Boo Hill. This is named because, following a shipwreck of a boatload of missionaries with no survivors, who were buried on the hill, it was reckoned that ghostly singing and voices could be heard coming from it. At the top people have put boards with their boats’ names on to appease the ghosts and bring luck to their boats. Unfortunately the rule is use only driftwood and we didn’t have any, so we’ll have to trust to luck that misfortune doesn’t strike Moorglade as a result. We heard no ghostly singing and didn’t see any iguanas or hutias, which are supposed to inhabit the island, but we did manage to spot several curly tailed lizards, as well as a family of large land crabs living under the office building.

On our return to the boat for tea we were treated to the sight of another very large ray swimming by, unfortunately so fast we couldn’t get to the cameras in time.  Rosemary cooked delicious spag bol for dinner and then we fired up the 24hours of internet access to send blogs and catch up with the rugby scores.