We did head for the marine bar/restaurant having being told by the friendly staff that very afternoon, that indeed it would be open that evening, we checked most diligently and even examined the menu.  Of course it wasn’t open, not a soul, a bottle of beer or a grain of rice or a pea.  We skulked back to Windy and had a very paltry supper because I couldn’t be bothered to cook, I was sulking too much, and cried into a beer or two and let Bob’s very own playlist entertain us, a most eclectic mix.

This morning, waking to a drizzly rain, a choice had to be made.  Did we bother to go onshore on the off chance that customs might be there or head for Carriacou and check out there?  The safest option was to head for Carriacou which we did, up the Atlantic side of Grenada hoping for a good blast of ocean weather to lift our spirits.  The waves were oceanlike but the wind stubbornly light and for the first leg of the route we were straight in to the wind.  It was a bumpy ride lurching over the waves under motor, carefully watching out for the many rocks that abound.  Eventually some wind got up , fortunately on the leg of the route where we were turned away from the wind just enough to get the sails up.  Windy made good progress, a steady 5 to 6 knots in a wind of only 13 to 14 knots, such a lovely willing boat. Going north we are on the right tack for cook to get creative and we had a very tasty chicken, mango and christophene salad.  We passed by Black Rock, London Bridge, Sandy island and The Aunts (actually the Tantes, it was named by the French) weaving our way between them with careful regard for the waves that were trying their best to vigorously push us towards them and worry Bob.

Our arrival in Tyrell Bay was straightforward, it is easy to be nonchalant over the scary reefs when you have GPS under your nose and have just navigated the rocky Grenada coast, and Simon came out in his tinny apology for a boat, with its rough growly outboard, it has seen better days, and attached us to a mooring buoy amongst a crowd of anchored yachts.  We are definitely over the anchor of the German behind us, it will be hard for him to leave before us and bag a sunbed at the next bay.  Simon has kindly agreed to take us into Hillsborough in the morning to check out.  We are wondering what his “taxi” will be like.  We also made enquiries regarding which restaurants were actually open and he introduced us to Troy in his somewhat more upmarket boat, who was offering curried anything and everything with rice and peas.  We popped ashore feeling very slightly embarrassed that we didn’t want Troy’s offerings and instead headed for the Lazy Turtle to check whether they were open this evening.  The staff said so, when interrogated fiercely, so fingers crossed.  In any case we have stocked up on beer at Troy’s supermarket, one of those rooms with food, so if we need to cry into it again we will actually have plenty on board to be able to do so.  The greatest excitement of the day was Bob finding an ATM to feed his cash withdrawal habit, although these sessions are always tinged with angst because he is always in mortal fear that the machine will gobble up his card.   Perhaps we might need cash this evening?