We were delighted to find the restaurant that we had dined very well at virtually two years to the day, was actually open last night.  It turns out that this one does have its very own recipe book of delicious home cooked French food with a Caribbean twist served by madame, who doesn’t speak any English, in front of house and monsieur slaving, drenched in sweat, over a hot stove in his shorts in the back.  Bob had delicious coquilles st jacques spiced with mace for his starter and I had a rustic salad with goats cheese and dried duck which was very tasty.  For mains, Bob had his ubiquitous entrecote steak a point with a mountain of frites and I had a delicious sea food selection flambeed in rum.  Pudding was an absolutely divine chocolate fondant, Greg and John would have deemed it perfect as the centre oozed out like molten lava, a spoonful of ice cream and a glass of liqueur coffee with a froth of chantilly cream on the top.  It was a truly wonderful combo but had Bob and I at loggerheads because we had ordered just the one portion with two spoons.  I really, really didn’t slurp more than my share of the coffee, honestly.

This morning Bob enticed me out of bed with a coffee, sans liqueur, at 7am so that we could get up and get going to our next destination, St Pierre.  We whisked up the anchor and were away across a gently ruffled sea.  Bob took advantage of the gentle movement to investigate the malfunctioning winch switch which fell apart in his hands so the anchor will now have to be lowered manually.  Fortunately it is the one that lets the anchor down not hauls it up.  We then hoisted the sails and the wind huffed gently so I then took advantage of the gentle movement to serve breakfast.

The start of the sail was rather a stroll, the following wind barely being able to fill the foresail with an apparent wind of a weak 8 to 9 knots.  Once we threaded our way between the mighty Diamond Rock and the land we turned further north and with the wind further on the beam we broke into a gentle trot for some time and gathered enough momentum to make the occasional 6 knots.  We held off a following catamaran for ages but the wind died away again and it was inevitable that it would finally overtake.  We decided that we would have a beer and a packet of peanuts so that as they passed we looked sufficiently nonchalant and relaxed about it.  As we approached St Pierre the wind dropped even further so we pulled in the sails and motored in.  It is a deceptive approach and always takes so much longer than anticipated however it must be noted that we were anchored, dropped straight on the little anchor mark on the chart, and had our arrival beers in hand before the catamaran had parked.

It was late so Bob requested a light lunch to save room for a good dinner so  I, of course, took him strictly at his word and he pleaded for more. MWah, hah hah.

We then felt that an afternoon relaxing was in order.  I took to my Kindle and Bob looked back in his log to see where we had been this time last year and the year before.  Somewhere along the line we may both have had just a small snore.  The sun has just set spectacularly and I see evidence of cocktails being brewed.  Another lovely day.