Spent half and hour shouting at a customs lady over the phone as she couldn’t hear me very well – the rest of the marina, however, could! Eventually, procured the necessary arrival number that is apparently essential before going to Customs and Immigration, which are miles from anywhere. Eventually, found an ATM so we could afford a cab whose driver knew everything and nothing. Finally we clear in through Immigration (this time with no need for fingerprints etc) and then got our cruising permit. So far, to enter in to the States we’ve had to fill in a Visa application, take a day trip to London for visa interview, fill in an online form 96 hours before we expected to arrive here, 2 forms for Immigration and another form for Customs who then copy all the info yet again on to the cruising permit. We could still have arrived with a boatload of refugees, drugs, bombs and assorted terrorists but no one has taken even a peek on board. Then the more difficult job of getting back to RT from the boonies. Tried and tested sticking thumb out worked for the 2^nd vehicle who went out of his way to drop us back at the boat as he recognised we must be yachties to be walking around out there. Having picked up our hire car, we check out the house we are renting from tomorrow, first big problem is that the dock is not deep enough  but, after seeking advice from bloke next door, Mike thinks he may be able to get round the problem. House is a bit unloved looking but we’ll see. Pool looks OK, bit of a disaster trying to get the key out of the drop box but eventually managed to get in. What we saw from the doorway looked ok too, thank goodness!

Then to to collect hire cot and car seat (via Baskin Robbins for icecreams, of course) which they fitted for us so we are all ready for the Grovers who have texted to say they are packed and ready to go!

Eventually, RT is tied up to Mike’s satisfaction but as its low water at 6pm and the Grovers plane gets in to Miami at 16.20, I drive to the airport to collect them alone. So happy to see them and they’ve had a good flight and Hen has grown and smiles all the time. Hurrah! Back to Fort Lauderdale and settled into the house. Henry wakes at midnight as his body clock is telling him its time for breakfast so Mike gets him up and he snuggles into bed with us and falls back asleep. Angel child.