of the reasons to get to the Virgin Islands by the New Year was to welcome in
Geoff Holt, a quadriplegic sailor who was crossing the
John Beardsley, Commodore of the Royal Southern Yacht Club, in ‘relaxed’ mode
took John and Gilly over to
spent a few days moored at Sopers Hole at the west end of
Geoff Holt finally arrived on Thursday 7th January to a tremendous reception. That night on the quay there was a great party attended by the Governor and the Deputy Premier of the BVIs. We were enjoying ourselves immensely with lots of great company, including the lovely Susannah, Geoff’s carer on the crossing. More drinks, though now mostly rum based: rum and tonic, rum punch and a lethal cocktail called a painkiller.
Geoff Holt, sailing ‘Impossible Dream’ arriving
A very happy Geoff Holt
The Governor of the British Virgin Islands with Digby, the media man, and Susannah, Geoff’s personal carer, who both accompanied him on the Atlantic Crossing
As there is a degree of friendly rivalry between John’s club, the Royal Southern Yacht Club and ours, the Royal Southampton Yacht Club, I did suggest he could hoist his club burgee - but below that of the Royal Southampton. This he resolutely refused to do. When we went out to greet Geoff I allowed him to hoist his club burgee, but only on the condition that afterwards we would raise our Royal Southampton burgee. John obviously realised that I would take this opportunity to photograph the Commodore of the Royal Southern raising his opposition’s flag so tried to hoist it upside down. Unfortunately he got a fit of the giggles (so unbecoming for a club Commodore) and we spotted the ruse.
John Beardsley attempting to hoist the Royal Southampton YC burgee upside down.
Having been caught in the act, John is now having to the job properly!
day our friends Mike Browne and Martine arrived. Mike is the owner of the
catamaran ‘Impossible Dream’ that Geoff had sailed across the
day friends from Devon, Peter and Jean Arkwright flew in, albeit 3 hours late,
having missed a connection in
With Peter and Jean on board we once more headed of to Jost Van Dyke and spent the night in a delightful, peaceful anchorage at Diamond Cay (there were only 6 boats in the anchorage so you can find quiet corners in the BVIs despite the large number of boats. Dinner ashore at Foxy’s Taboo restaurant was followed next morning with a stroll along the beach, around the lagoon to the ‘Bubble Bath’ a rock pool continually filled by breaking waves.
After another excellent snorkel stop at Monkey Point on Guana Island (see what I mean by great names), we anchored that night at Marina Cay followed next day by a sail to Virgin Gorda and an excellent dinner at The Saba Rock restaurant.
With a following breeze we decided to sail over to Anagada, a flat coral island unlike all the other very hilly islands. Anagada is famous for their lobsters and the ones we had barbequed for us that evening did not disappoint. The same can we said of the mosquitoes and sand flies, so after dinner it was a hasty retreat to the boat to stop being bitten.
to Nanny Quay,