We are still here.  Instead of moving on as planned we took one look at the weather and decided that another sail in the rain would not be a lot of fun particularly as we are a bit low after the departure of our best ever entertainment committee.  Michael came by to collect his dues for another night on  his buoy and reassured us that Ernest had indeed safely delivered them to the airport.  Did they get home safely?  Who knows we haven’t heard a dicky bird!

At least Fran munificently left her bat out of hell cape for us to use, we need it more than she does back in London.  Last night we solemnly ate macaroni cheese made on board, supped our gin and tonics and hunkered down listening to the Now Million Best Tunes out of the aggravating and ongoing persistent rain.  It really is getting to be a bore.  We keep trying to open every window and hatch to let some fresh air in and clear the slight mustiness that has built up over days of damp clothing but just as they are all open up springs another belt of rain and its a case of chasing around getting them all closed again. Windy currently smells like a boat that lives on the Solent in an English winter.  Anyone who has experienced same will know exactly what I mean.

We pottered ashore between showers and spent so long in Rowly’s Cafe catching up with the wifi (I will own up that I had a problem with Candy Crush, had to reload it and it took forever) that we moved on from drinking coffee at elevenses to pre lunch Pitons.  Although the wifi is purportedly free, the prices charged reflect this so called free service so drinks cost an arm and a leg and are not quoted in EC but US dollars as we first thought.  We therefore moved on to Chateau Mygo (not French as you might think but in a contrarily Caribbean way run by a half Indian half black family) where we had a delicious Caesar salad and were entertained guessing the nationality of a very jolly, large party of a similar age to us.  Bob thought East European and I plumped for Finnish.  They turned out to be very friendly and happy Norwegians.

We returned, between showers, in the now very roomy dinghy and have since continued to try quite ineffectually to air the boat, proceeded to lose yet another towel overboard (they really do need to be pegged by at least a dozen pegs it seems and we didn’t even see this one making a run for it).  We have turned to our Kindles in despair and given up trying to stay on deck.  At least Gerry has been a perfect gentleman so everything is charged up and plenty of water made, although we don’t need half as much now that the girls have gone.