Don’t judge a book by its cover etcetera etcetera.  The restaurant last night turned out to be rather short on its claims to be gourmet.  However the lovely old lady running it was very sweet and called us My Dear throughout so we had a nice enough time.

We left after a night of interrupted sleep, very rolly indeed on the mooring buoy, we almost needed the lee cloth, and set off for St Vincent. We had a good sail between the lea of the islands with proper Atlantic sized waves sloshing about.  It took us back!   In the lea of the islands the wind dropped and we found that Windy is true to the name, loves the wind but gets a bit sulky when it falls away.  We could tell because we were parallel to a yellow boat for the most of the trip, overtaking on the windy bits and falling back when it dropped.

We decided that it was pointless to try going into a customs office on a Saturday so headed straight for Cumberland Bay a wonderfully unspoilt little place where we encountered tying up to a palm tree at the stern and anchoring off the bow.  We managed it with dignity, a lot of encouragement from Ricky, who has been helping yachties do it for 15 years, and Bob frantically tying on more and more bits of rope to reach the shore (it reminded me of the bit where Grommit lays the track in front of the train in the Wrong Trousers).  Ricky enticed us to go to Beni’s restaurant this evening and showed us a most splendid menu bristling with fish.  You know you are in the Caribbean when it turns out that actually the choice is tuna, tuna or tuna.