Our supper last night in Martinique was excellent in a very old fashioned Normandy style restaurant run by a charming older couple with absolutely delicious food. I must confess that I have never had vanilla sauce with fish before, it just had to be tried, and it was scrumptious. We were slightly put off the whole eating idea on the way there by some keen young French fishermen who had just caught a leopard skinned sea snake.  The poor chap was gasping his last in a very distressing manner on the quayside. Not nice.

We up anchored and left at 8am and had a Caribbean sail south towards St Lucia arriving at Rodney Bay at just after 4pm.  Well gosh we are back in Civilisation (yes, with a capital C quite deliberately).  Rodney Bay is very grown up indeed:  Chandlers with simply loads of chandlery things, supermarkets with lots of food, oodles of restaurants, enough ARC flags to carpet an Olympic Stadium and a whole row of Norwegians (are we back in Puerto Mogan? Is there anyone left in Norway?) 

We are parked in D28, right on the end of a row, Windy’s home for the next year.  This was indeed fortunate because the bow thruster decided not to work as we docked, which could have been very embarrassing, although there is loads (and I mean loads) of space in every berth.  Lymington Yacht Haven would have had at least another row between each pontoon here.

Tomorrow is devoted to Windy: a good wash down and a polish after our epic journey.  We really have arrived.