We had thoroughly blown away the cobwebs, if we had any,  in Windward Bay where even with the reef protection there were little white horses galloping across the anchorage.  For contrast we sailed the few miles to Chatham Bay on Union Island.  Chatham is a deep well protected bay on the lee side of the island, the main port of entry Clifton being over on the windward side protected by a reef.  Chatham is ringed by dense bush covered hills and is totally undeveloped without a building to be seen anywhere except for one or two fishermen’s huts on the enormous expanse of white sandy beach.  There were a few other yachts at anchor, but this is a little corner of the Caribbean where time has stood still.  The fishermen will sell you a lobster which they will then barbeque and deliver hot to the boat, but having had a surfit in the past few days we decided to keep this treat for another time.  The pantomime of clearing out of the St Vincent Grenadines necessitated a visit to Clifton to visit the Customs in the harbour and Immigration at the airport.  This took up the entire morning after which we sped across to Hillsborough on Carriacou, the first of the Grenada Grenadines.  There we had to visit four separate offices in two different buildings to deal with Customs, Immigration, and the Port Authority.  That took most of the afternoon and having not had a smile out of any of the officials we retired to Tyrell Bay where our faith in human nature was restored by meeting a mobile aquatic wine seller who persuaded us to buy some excellent Chilean Chardonnay.  We think it was the latter that had the beneficial effect.  After a couple of days at anchor we had a fairly gentle sail (force 4-5) thirty miles down the windward side of Grenada to St David’s on the south east corner of the island.  This is one our possible spots for laying up Oriole for the summer, and we so liked what we found ashore in the boatyard that we have booked for her to be hauled out on April 1^st and have booked to fly home on April 10^th.  The weather has been unseasonably calm for the last few days and we have been at anchor behind Hog Island in company with a group of itinerant and semi-permanent resident yachts.  Sunday afternoon is beach barbeque and tomorrow we are joining forces for a taxi trip up to the north of the island. We foresee a rather sociable time for a few days before we return to St David’s to begin the serious work of putting Oriole to bed for six months.