12:38.10N 061:23.88W Nudging Into The Tobago Cays

Well we’re at anchor in Saline Bay, Mayreau after our first
trip yesterday into the Tobago Cays! But more about that later... It
seems like weeks ago we were stuck on African’s mooring in Bequia, sleeping
with one eye open, wishing the howling winds would give the notoriously
unreliable mooring buoys some rest, but in reality it has only been three days.
We finally got our chance to sail a couple of days after the Knox
family’s arrival, which gave them a good chance to adjust to the heat and
settle into island time (thankfully the pitter-patter of tiny feet now occurs
at 7am rather than 3am!), but lumpy seas meant that we only managed a short day
sail round to Friendship Bay. The children have felt completely at home on the boat since
day one. We came down below one afternoon, for example, to find the
majority of our mooring warps dangled through the hatches and tied together to
form a makeshift climbing frame/spider’s web! Trips in the dinghy (which
Silas has named “Power Ranger, T/T Oboe”) to the beach are pretty popular too. When the time came to set sail for Canouan everyone was
excited, we were finally on our way to start exploring the Caribbean.
Silas seems to have a very fortunate talent, the sails go up and he goes
to sleep, the sails come down at the end of the day and he’s wide awake again!
I tried the same but Nigel threatened to keel haul me. We dropped the
hook in Canouan that afternoon and as usual, were accosted by several boat
boys, one quite clearly drunk and another called “Ice Man”...though he didn’t
look a bit like Val Kilmer. So it was off to the beach/bar for guests and
crew respectively and a couple of Ti Punches plus a pizza later we all braved
the rather precarious dinghy dock and returned to the boat. The next day and we’re planning to sail for the Tobago Cays,
one of the maritime wonders of the world, very exciting, even the pictures in
the guide book don’t seem real. Of course being surrounded by coral
reefs it is a huge pilotage challenge for our skipper in training – Ryan
(me!) A brief sail under headsail across to the Cays (keeping “One Fathom
Bank” to port!) and we’re merrily making our approach, dodging the various
rocks, coral heads and reefs that litter the area like an inner city
playground. We are starting to get slightly nervous as the beacons needed
for our transit don’t seem to actually exist, when Nigel calls up from the
chart table, “Could you slow the boat down Ryan? The chart plotter’s gone
down!” Absolutely text book, I’m sure there’s an instructor in a classroom
somewhere right now telling pupils that “one should never rely on electronic
navigation aids as one day you’ll be sailing into the Tobago Cays for instance
and POOF it’ll all go down.” Luckily, Nigel IS that instructor, so we of course
had paper, 2B pencil, a written pilotage plan and a plot on the chart already
running! Dropping Anchor just before the entry to the shallows, Nigel
powered everything down, did a cold restart of all the electronics and hey
presto, all’s well. Damn technology! It’s a beautiful morning so the decision is to sail to
Mustique and rub shoulders with the rich and famous! Ryan |