Antigua - back here again for Mike and Ger, but a
new experience for Elspeth and Pat, hot off a plane from chilly UK. Simanderal
is moored alongside the quay at Nelson's Dockyard, right by a friendly bar where
a few Arc-ites gather, and stories are updated. The story of the
strange incident of the dog in the morning is for another time. Our second
evening is an excellent dinner for 30 at the Abracadabra
Then it's off to Guadeloupe - we leave under
grey skies and a lively wind, and it's not long before the wind gets too
lively for the newcomers, who see little of the journey until we heave (ho) into
Deshaies on the north west of Guadeloupe. Easter Sunday is spent there, with a
delightful lunch overlooking the bay to sounds of salsa....
Easter Monday we set off south, passing along the
whole of the west coast of Guadeloupe, dark green forested mountain slopes, past
Jacques Cousteau's island, amidst swirling clouds and misty mountain tops. As we
near the south of the island we enter the open stretch of waters between
Guadeloupe and Les Saintes, open to the Atlantic, and it gets more lively, wind
gusting in all directions and lots of bouncing
about - strangely, this doesn't upset anyone, and Pat particularly enjoys
sitting out on the perch in the stern, getting wet. The sun comes out and we
head into Les Saintes to our mooring.
Today is Monday 25th, Eric's birthday (happy
birthday Eric!) and we've spent a lovely day pottering round the pretty pink,
blue, yellow and white village, swimming off a palm-fringed beach, watching
frigate birds circling overhead. What could be nicer!