CHRISTMAS IN THE SUN? 25 Dec 09 St Barts 17:54.3N 62:51.5W
Christmas – a strange and expensive day!
dropped Rob and Claire off to catch their flight home (they were somewhat
surprised to land at Gatwick in snow!), we met up with Kerr Whiteford and
Chrissie on their new charge, a 68ft Oyster yacht called Black Pearl. I got
Kerr his first job skippering a private yacht way back in 1985, and he is still
at it! Also in Antigua and from the same era were Chris and Shan Blunt with
whom I worked in
were going to head off to
Angry sunrise over Cocoa Point, Barbuda
first 40 miles towards St. Barts was a pleasant an uneventful sail, then the
wind dropped and we furled the Code 0 (a large downwind sail for the
uninitiated) and motored on. We noticed an ominous and ever darkening cloud
developing in our way, which soon produced thunder and lighting, whilst
continuing to approach us. Suddenly we saw a black line on the water coming
towards us and in seconds we were enveloped in a huge squall with 40+ knots of
wind and driving rain. Just then the Code 0 decided to unfurl itself and in a
desperate attempt to get it down, with Lucy and me both trying to hold on to it
the sail, split its seams and ended up a forlorn mess. We finally managed to
wrestle it into a bag, but the damage was done. When we get to St. Martin or
squall passed and we anchored in the bay outside Gustavia, the
Boxing Day, and we went ashore to check in with the port authorities (all done on a computer now in these French territories) then took a coffee and croissant in one of the dockside cafes. We were soon joined by some of the ‘rich and famous’ (presumably not those with their own superyachts in the bay), then a nice, expensive shop in an excellent supermarket before lunch aboard. All morning there has been a succession of air taxis and private planes flying into St. Barts. We had heard the Roman Abramhovich was throwing a huge party and we reckoned that these were his guests arriving, along with the owners/charterers of all these superyachts. Realising that Roman would probably enjoy chatting to a couple of died-in-the-wool Chelsea supporters rather than all those chi-chi celebrities (especially after today’s miserable 0-0 draw with Birmingham City) we hoisted the Chelsea flag in expectation that his spies would soon spot it and send a fast boat over with our party invites. Well it’s been a couple of hours now, while I’ve been writing this blog and still no invite! Come on Roman, we’ll keep the blue flag flying high, together.
We’ll keep the blue flag flying high!
Some of Roman’s friends