We leave Anegada early as it’s quite a long sail to get to Monkey Point, our lunchtime snorkel stop.
On the way, Burhan catches a barracuda, saying that they are delicious. We have heard otherwise and no one except Burhan and David are willing to eat it, but they clean it and gut it and cut it up into fillets anyway and it goes in the freezer.
I spend the whole morning in the kitchen being a nautical domestic goddess(!). The red snapper is stuffed with a mixture of garlic, ginger, chilli, fish sauce, lime juice, sugar and oil, and goes on the barbeque for a hour. It’s great, although some of the younger guests view this monstrous beast with a level of suspicion and have sandwiches instead.
It’s Father’s Day today, and Victoria remembers to send her daddy an e-mail which makes him smile. And I didn’t even remind her. Mike manages to talk to his father using Skype which, given how bad Skype has been recently, is a relief.
After lunch we motor round to Cane Garden Bay, but after extolling the virtues of The Elm, neither Mike nor I are hungry enough to eat there and I am too tired to go out at all. Mike takes the guests ashore, all of whom have decided they want salads anyway as they are also full. He leaves them at Quitos and wanders down to The Elm to say hello to Candace and Malcolm. It’s a good job we didn’t manage to talk our guests into going there tonight as there is no music and Candace, Malcolm, Jim and his guests are the only people there.
He comes back to the boat and attempts to fix the light that was working this morning but now isn’t in one of the guest bathrooms. Problem is, he can’t find the screwdriver that he needs – he had it earlier when he disconnected the bilge pump (which kept switching on for no reason). Lots of swearing and banging noises erupt from the bathroom. I keep out of the way and make a cup of tea!
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