What a lovely evening last night.  G&T’s watching the sun set.  Candlelit dinner, Bob’s eclectic mix of music playing, finished off a half bottle of wine beautifully chilled in the freezer, then started a second bottle of wine that turned out to be rather sweet (but we didn’t really notice by this time on top of the G&Ts and first half).  We never got round to Kindles.

We rose, surprisingly alert, and remembered to have breakfast before setting out for our next Anse.  We think that Anse might mean beach but aren’t entirely sure but it is such fun to say it a lot with an exaggerated accent on the A.  The latest Anse (there managed to say it again) was literally just around the corner.  We had barely got the sails up in a rather light wind on the quarter, got going at a rather casual and sultry 4.8 knots than we were turning in to Grande Anse and into the wind and down with the sails.  Our chosen spot at the sheltered end of the bay was chock a block so we motored across, crossing the channel that is meant to be kept clear for fishing boats but was studded with anchored French boats that looked pretty permanent, to a minefield of mooring buoys at the other end with just a handful of boats tethered with no tenders.  We could very soon see why so few were taken, it is extremely rolly.

After our arrival beer and lunch we buzzed over to the jetty at the opposite end of the anse, they seem to have all the advantages that end, and clambered on shore up a very steep ladder.  This Anse is somewhat like the last one.  It is a really a daytime resort and has very little in the way of character but a long beach peppered with a few sleepy sunbathers.  The major excitement of our visit was finding the poubelles so that we could get rid of our rubbish and the port officials getting over excited when an unclaimed, large dog deposited a boudin on the sand.  After a gentle hike along the beach, with only one muttered complaint regarding the sand, poking our noses in to the various beach restaurants only to find that they were closed in the evening we gave up and buzzed our way back to Windy.  You may have guessed the remains of the day.  A bit of swimming (by me but the current was rather scary and we were at the wrong end of the bay for any worthwhile snorkelling) and a lot more noses in Kindles.  As the sun sinks over the yard arm, I hear the chink of ice in glasses in the offing, we have been royally entertained by not one but two turtles solemnly swimming around the boat.  We are sure there are two because one is little and the other large.  A quite enchanting sight.  Bet they haven’t got turtles at t’other end of the anse.