We’re back and before launching into the first of a new series I looked at our last entry and realised that I did not complete the blog.  I had left it that Cap de Maison was on the cards for our last night in St Lucia.  We arrived, us girls dressed to the nines and Bob with his favourite trousers cunningly repaired with gaffer tape, on the inside naturally.  It was a super spot, though unfortunately we couldn’t admire the stunning view because it was dark, and as we arrived we realised that we were wedding crashers which meant that as well enjoying good food, not actually sitting amongst the bridal party although we did have to endure the speeches, we were able to have a good bop.  A fun ending to a lovely sojourn with my sisters.

But onward to our new trip.  We had a lovely flight out, thank you Mr Branson with quite the loveliest crew we have ever had on any and a really rather tasty lunch.  It is so nice to be able to say that when we are usually moaning and groaning about BAs appalling customer service, weird food and grubbiness. Praise where it is due.

Rodney Bay was very lively when we arrived, the first 38 of the ARC boats had arrived which means hooters, steel drums, much cheering and music of appalling taste being bellowed out of dustbin bag covered speakers all around the marina.  Not very soothing.  We arrived too late to shop and just a little too early for a first beer so nested, admired the new rust free anchor, checked out what had been done at vast expense since our last visit and puzzled over why the vang was sitting in the cockpit and not attached to the mast and the boom, as we might have presumed, and why Fran’s sunbathing deck had turned a strange shade of yellow.  Unable to resolve these conundrums we resorted to the only right thing to do, went for a beer or three, PIton is just so refreshing in the glorious heat, and a bite to eat, yawned a lot and had an early night.