A grey start. We leave North Sound around 9.30 and put the main and the gennaker up. Mike is using this more and more now that he has his continuous furling line. It is working well and worth the money he spent on it – apparently! Anyway, if it keeps up this performance, it will pay its way as the last two repairs on the gennaker cost $350 and $400.
We only have 15-17 knots of wind, but with both the sails out, we average 8 knots all the way and arrive in one and a half hours. Mike is very disappointed that there are no other boats going in the same direction at the same time as he fancies a race!
We anchor just off Whistling Pines Restaurant, just near the reef, put the bridle on and the little hooky thing and Mike settles himself down on the computer while the guests check the cruising guide for things to do on Anegada for the day. I am walking past the port stern when I hear (and feel) an ominous knocking sound. I stand and listen, and am sure I am right – our rudder is banging on the sea bed!
I call Mike to check. Although the depth sounder says we have six feet of water under the keel (and we draw four and a half feet), right at the back of the boat, we are sitting on a nice little sand bank. So it’s hooky thing off, bridle off and anchor up, potter round in a large circle and start all over again.
The guests hire a car for the day and go off in search of flamingos, iguanas and beautiful beaches. I make carrot and coriander soup for lunch which is beautifully velvety and wholesome but ruin it by munching through half a pack of pringles which I find at the very back of the cupboard. I wonder how long they have been there?
They come back at 6 and I put the dinner on – Chicken Pelau. Cooking in the evening makes the boat so hot, even with the (still working) air conditioning going full blast, and my shower after dinner is very welcome. It ends up being a late night for us – nearly ten when we head off for bed.
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