Luxury in Marigot

Oriole
Sun 6 Mar 2016 15:36
Marigot Bay, St Lucia                                                 Sunday 6th March 2016                                 13:57.5N  61:14.3W
 
We waited for the best wind day by delaying our departure from Bequia for 24 hours and had really benign conditions and at times could have done with a bit more wind.  The north end of St Vincent is a notorious wind accelleration zone where an occasional yacht is dismasted, but it was extremely quiescent and the normal big seas we have experienced there did not materialise - piece of cake!  As we approached St Lucia the wind veered and we were able to bear away onto a close reach and were clocking 8 knots in a calm sea. 
We were heading for Marigot Bay about half way up the west coast of St Lucia for our rendez-vous with the friends who had been of such enormous help when Oriole was trashed. 
We headed for the lagoon behind the palm fringed spit behind which Admiral Hood disguised the British Fleet with palm fronds at the mastheads when chased and outnumbered by the French.
 
 
Marigot has changed from the natural mangrove lagoon we saw in 1971, but the spit remains the same. 
 
There is now a luxurious hotel and small marina complex here which is available to those who take moorings in the Bay.  So we have been lounging by the pool, eating and drinkling too much in a choice of several good bars and  restaurants.  Other friends have appeared and 7 of us sat down for dinner on Thursday evening.
 
 
Now the mangroves have been replaced by the fleshpots..........
 
We are now alone amidst the occasionally frenetic activity here.  Topaz, the 140ft new J Class yacht just arrived from Holland was followed an enormous French square rigger which came uncomfortably close to Oriole as they manoeuvred round the bow of Topaz. 
 
 
.......... and superyachts. 
 
All under control but one does worry about the Gallic shrug attitude, afterall we are quite small and insignificant!  There are now 8 Js afloat and Topaz is probably going to be the fastest.  Shamrock, Endeavour and Velsheda were resurrected from their wartime mudberths on the Hamble River which we saw there as students while dinghy sailing, never suspecting anyone would ever have the money and energy to refloat, let alone build new ones.