Our choice of dining last night was Chez Bamboo, an eclectic mix of names, an eclectic menu in American English with a very confusing menu layout such that it was impossible to work out which dishes were meant to be starters and which the mains, even the waitress and patron couldn’t agree.  When our choices arrived they were mountainous American portions, pseudo Asian flavours and rather a mash up of everything they could think of on one plate.  It wasn’t very nice.

One good thing about Virgin Gorda was the price of the beer and the proximity of the supermarket to the boat a combination that meant a good stocking up on Carib and water, the two necessities of our life.  After loading up the forward cabin with bottles, we exited the marina this morning with aplomb, a tidy little reverse with finger hovering over the bow thruster to avoid the scary blue pole and a nicely executed wind assisted swing round.

Anegada is North and al little bit East of Virgin Gorda.  Once out of the lee, the wind powered up to a healthy 20 to 22 knots and we surged along on a very light sea, on a close haul.  Another absolutely cracking sail and it certainly blew away the cobwebs and put a best of British smile back on our faces.  There was nearly no blog tonight, I stupidly left the laptop on the chart table and it flew off with gay abandon, a very lucky landing.

The approach to Setting Point is distinctly dodgy and requires a wriggle through a field of reefs, marked by buoys of which some are in place and some not.  It was a fairly buttock clenching entrance but achieved without mishap.  There was then the matter of finding a parking space as a whole queue of yachts streamed in and played musical buoys.  A nippy Sunsail boat nabbed the last mooring buoy so we have anchored amongst a tight huddle of boats, fortunately it is only 2.5 metres deep so everyone is on a short leash so it is safe to be packed in like sardines although the taste in music round about leaves much to be desired.  After a lunch washed down with ubiquitous Carib, we both simultaneously fell asleep. 

Bob came to, woke me and we pottered ashore, nearly grounding on a reef demonstrating how tricky an anchorage it is, booked in for dinner tonight at Neptune’s Treasure in the hope of getting some delicious fish, wandered romantically along the sand watching the little wader birds that strut desperately in their panic stricken way and went and hired a car for tomorrow with Eric.  Asked for his recommendation for the best place for lobster he couldn’t commit because he was either related to, best friends with or went to school with all the restaurant patrons.  We have booked in to the Lobster Pot for tomorrow, Eric’s uncle, but were then rather put off by meeting a whole , feisty, wire cage of them on the dock as we reclaimed the dinghy.  Back on board I am blogging while Gerry hums and purrs, yes really.  Keeping fingers crossed.