We decide to have a slight change of scenery so mid morning we motor round to Grande Anse d’Arlet, just three miles or so south.
Dodging all the fishing markers is a nightmare – we probably look like we are on a slalom course as we zigzag our way through. Some markers are difficult to spot as they use old water bottles which a) are difficult to see in the sun, and b) just look like bits of flotsam floating around. I really don’t understand why they don’t mark them properly. Surely they don’t want boats ripping up their lines and a bit of money spent of proper markers would pay dividends. Oh well, at least we arrive without anything nasty wrapped around either of our propellers.
Mike makes up a new black line for our anchor chain hook, our secondary safety system for the anchor. He’s getting very good at these, despite the difficulty his hands give him, and the line and lovely new marine grade stainless steel hook looks great.
Photo: Mike splicing a new line
The weather is not so good in the afternoon. A few squally showers come through and the wind blows up. I do a little hand washing and clean our bathroom but cannot summon up the enthusiasm for much else so when Mike suggests we have a little sleep I go and join him.
In the evening the wind gets a little stronger, and the wrecks of the two boats driven up on the rocks at the side of the bay prompts Mike to put the anchor alarm on.
Photo: A lovely sunset, a yacht at sail and in the bottom left, a recent wreck
The internet connection here is quite good so Mike makes the most of it by using the slingbox in the evening to watch a recent episode of Top Gear.
hahaha! that's Rex and Zach's favorite show!
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