We stoked up with pizza last night, there is a brilliant little place in the Rodney Bay marina complex (it is really quite simple actually) with a real pizza oven and an Italian doing the cooking, ready for a busy day of elbow grease today. 

Cleaning pretty well sums it up.  After our six weeks afloat on the salty seas with smelly bilges from the leaking engine, we have returned to earth with a bottle of washing up liquid in our hands, all the floorboards up and a whole lot of water, of the fresh and unsalty kind, sploshed about. 

We have eaten as many of the leftovers in the fridge as possible, Matt embarked on a fry up for breakfast, I put together an all sorts salad for lunch and the beers were being carefully rationed so that they last until the eleventh hour, until Bob discovered an extra 6 pack hiding at the back of the very deep cupboard under the table.  We will finish the tonic tonight but Bob says that he is not going to drink all the gin, spoilsport.  Taxis are booked and Matt leaves at 6am for Castries airport.  He was enquiring whether they would be serving breakfast on his flight, it is the first time that he has flown LIAT airlines and he may be in for a bit of a shock as it would be like expecting luncheon on a tray, served by a uniformed steward, on the 49 bus to Swindon.  A list of jobs, rather longer than even before, has been compiled for the caretaking Ulrich to undertake before we return in May for our next adventure and Chris, Jerry’s doctor and consultant, dropped by to check on his favourite patient.

We are booked into The Edge for a final farewell gala dinner tonight, it seems pretty appropriate for a trip where we have been variously on edge, on the edge and close to the edge of reason (probably on account of all the gin and tonics) for a good deal of our time.

Just for old times sake, the sink pump stopped working this evening, meaning Bob has had to trace the wires through to the electrical board.  He doesn’t know what he did but it now works!  Farewell readers until May.