Union Island
Sarah Grace goes to sea
Chris Yerbury and Sophy White
Mon 16 Jan 2006 20:24
Union Island 16th January
2006
We're anchored behind a
reef in Clifton Harbour, Union Island. The wind is blowing over the boat
off the Atlantic at about twenty knots, and we have wind scoops (old shower
curtains mainly) tied above all the hatches to direct the luxurious draft inside
the hot boat.
Mimi has locked herself in
her cabain and says she is on strike. This is because she has been banned
from having crisps today after secretly scoffing a load of them
yesterday. She is doing well with her schoolwork, as we are using a
tape recorder to learn spellings, twice a day, and plodding through 'Stare-way
to Spelling,' the top 300 words in the English language. She had a
friend over on a sleepover last night called Emma, and they woke up this
morning, had a game of chess, and then went swimming off the end of the boat,
all before breakfast.
We've been ashore to drop
off the rubbish and buy some bananas. I have been trying to economise by
buying local things like dasheen ( a huge yam-like thing ) and eddos ( lots of
small yam like things ). I had a bit of a reaction to peeling the
eddos though, and had a really painful prickly rash for an hour or so. So
I am now a little wary of exotica.. The yoghurt factory is going
well. Settlers of Catan, a nerdy world-domination board game, is
proving popular amongst fellow cruisers. While the girls were off
with friends this morning, Chris and I had a long chat with charts, atlases and
pilots scattered around, along the lines of 'Where to from here?'. Brazil,
Beleize, Cuba, Florida, Venezuela, Trinidad and Tobago, all very
confusing. The upshot of this was that we think we are going to head
south for a bit longer, probably via Tobago, to Trinidad, and then have another
ponder there, depending on what we think of things there.
Such is the exciting pace
of life on the good ship Sarah Grace.
Otti and Mimi with friends watching a DVD.
At anchor.
Racing boats made of
coconut husks off the beach.