Dinner with the “pirates” was good once we had found something on the menu
that they actually had. You can’t go wrong with fish of the day and it was
an absolutely delicious mahi mahi. The meal was rounded up with a 5 minute
flambe banana. It may not beat the record for burning time but the sauce was
deliciously buttery and limey beneath the kick of rum.
We set off in reasonable time and flopped along the coast of St Vincent
glaring at the sea all sails up, making just a couple of knots with an ETA on
the GPS of 2am. Boring. Once we cleared the Soufriere volcano things
looked up and we immediately picked up a good blast of 18 to 20 and skipped
along. Taking a reef in the mainsail added another knot and it looked as
if we would arrive at teatime. For some reason the wind seemed to be right on
our nose again. How can this keep happening whichever direction we want to
I daren’t really put in writing the mishap of the day. I popped down
to use the loo and chose the forward one as we were on the right tack. It
has always been slightly problematical in that it is set too far back for normal
human beings. As we reared and plunged in the waves I took a backwards
plunge of my own to take a seat. Unfortunately the seat parted company
from the loo. Nothing to do with too many good dinners you
understand. (Fortunately it has taken Mr Fixit all of two minutes to
restore it to rights).
After a lovely, sunny and mostly carefree sail we parked up under Petit
Piton on a mooring ball. You really cannot beat the view.
Unfortunately we can’t raise any local restaurants on the radio. We assume
that it is end of season syndrome as we contemplate the end of our own