Both Mike and I are awake just after 5am but while I desperately try to get back to sleep, Mike actually gets up and starts work on the boat – tightening up the stays, for which he has had to borrow the most enormous wrench I have ever seen. We will no doubt have to buy one of these beasts.
Joe gets up early too and helps out. I lie there in vain, waiting for a cup of tea but by 6.30 I realise that it just isn’t going to materialize and get up and make one myself, then go back to bed, by this time having abandoned all hope of further sleep.
We leave hot, sweaty Road Reef Marina just after 9 am and due to the direction of the wind, Mike decides to try out his newly mended and mounted gennaker. It works fine. Then he chances his luck by gybing it as we pass between Little Thatch and Soper’s Hole, and this works too so he is pleased with his efforts. We roll it away as we round Steele Point and motor the rest of the way to Cane Garden Bay where we are to pick up the rest of the crew; Malcolm, Linda and Amy.
Once the three and their luggage are on board we retrace our course back the way we came and head for Norman Island, anchoring quite close in to the beach at Pirate’s Bight and Heather and I prepare the marinade for the garlic chicken and poor Joe is trying to talk to his real estate agent back in Houston, trying the negotiate a deal on the sale of his house.
Mike and I are exhausted and once the anchor is well and truly dug in we go below for a little nap. Mike awakes with a start and says “Jean, it’s 7 o’clock” and we leap out of bed, to find that Heather is just putting the chicken on to cook, so the two of us finish preparing the meal, and we all sit down to eat. Heather and Joe have been so taken with the Ian Dury record (Wake Up and Make Love To Me) that they heard last night on my MP3 player, that they want to hear more, and I put the whole lot on. More education into British culture!
Linda and Amy do the clearing and washing up, then then they go, with Malcolm, to the Willy T.
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