Tyrell Bay; Carriacou (again)
Position: 12:27.422N 61:29.499W
Date: Friday 1st March 2013
We spent about 10 days in Grenada. Unfortunately most of it was confined to the marina as my swollen knee reduced my mobility somewhat. We had originally planned to walk around various parts of the interior of the island but this was not to be. However Port St Louis was quite a pleasant place to be confined to. Being a little inland we were away from the sea breezes. It also rained several times each day which caused the humidity and the apparent temperature to be uncomfortably high.
Every day a small group of spotted boxfish would hoover up some of the weed growing around the pontoons.
There was a sports fishing boat moored close to us and one day it returned with a spectacular catch of yellow fin tuna. The largest fish weighed around 120lbs.
We used the time there to catch up with various boat chores such as laundry and fixing the outboard motor. After my failed attempt to remove the various forms of marine growth that had made their home on the hull we decided to use the services of a professional diver to do the job for us. He was called Martin and not only did he do a good job but he turned up with armfuls of fruit that he gave us as a gift. We had more bananas, mangos, papayas, limes and lemons than we knew what to do with.
By Friday 1st March my knee had returned to normal but time was slipping by, and rather than stay in Grenada and do the things that we had originally planned to do we thought it best to make tracks northwards. We had only been at sea for an hour or so when it became clear that no matter how good it may have been to have been able to walk around the interior of Grenada, being at sea and sailing was many times better. That was what we had come here for and doing it felt wonderful.
On the way back to Carriacou we had to pass close by the sunken volcano, Kick ‘em Jenny, again. This time we took a more easterly route and passed quite close to a group of small islands. One of them was covered in guano and shone with a brilliant white glow when the sun struck it at the correct angle. Another rock took the same name as the volcano; presumably one was named after the other; I’m not sure which.
It was a quite superb sail, even though it was directly into the wind, and early in the afternoon we sailed back into Tyrell Bay on Carriacou, which we used just as a night time stop.