Well I think I have now recovered from the euphoria of crossing the Atlantic in one piece (or was it the champagne?) and (thanks to several rather surprised “readers comments”) I would now like to correct our arrival date.  Yes indeed, we arrived on the THIRD of January.

We had an absolutely wonderful night’s sleep (although there were some complaints from el Capitaine regarding bed hogging now that the lee cloths have come down between us). Haley and Fleur were up, over the side and on the beach before breakfast this morning .

We have had a busy day retrieving rubbish from the boat’s every orifice.  It is amazing how you can make eleven bin bags disappear.  We’ve taken all our ready salted clothes to the launderette, and they have been returned at half the size they were handed in, the girls have taken all the rubbish to the dump meanwhile Bob was filling out forms for  Immigration, Customs and the Port Authority.  We eventually scooped him up, with the requisite papers, and headed for well earned beers and “not cooked by Elizabeth” lunch overlooking the mega super duper yachts in Falmouth Harbour.

You know that not everything goes smoothly in Bob’s world.  The outboard packed up!  By some miracle there happened to be Joe “the man who mends engines” on the jetty going off to another job who can fix it tomorrow if Bob can’t this afternoon.  The only problem is that we got a tow from Joe to Windy but have abandoned the girls in an internet cafe where they are doing their coursework.  Hmm, like all good series we will have to leave the blog on this cliff hanger.  Signing off for now,  Elizabethx