The day starts with more emptying of cupboards. I swear that when all this stuff is off the boat (and into poor Penny’s house) the boat will float about 3 inches higher in the water.
Mike’s jobs today include re-routing all the rigging so that the electric winch cannot be used for pulling up the main sail – the charterers will have to do it manually, just like we did for 7 years. Mike only had it changed before the World ARC so that neither of us had to be up at the mast in a heaving sea, and considering some of the weather and sea we did have, it was a bloody good move! However, around the BVIs the sailing is so easy that pulling it up with a manual winch won’t be a problem and at least it will mean that the lazy jacks aren’t ripped apart every time the main is hauled!
I make him stop work at 4 pm so that we can have a rest before going out to meet Suzanna and the Thomas’s for a drink up at the Bananakeet Cafe at sunset. When we arrive at Nanny Cay, we expect to find Crazy Horse back in the water, Bill having worked on the propellor shaft bearings for a couple of hours but not so. Unfortunately (as always seems to happen with bloody boats) something broke while he was working on it and now BVI workmen are involved, the boat is on the hard and they don’t know if they will be back in the water tomorrow. See, it’s not just us! That’s the bad news. The good news is that we will probably get another opportunity to see them rather than having to say goodbye tonight!
Rosemary’s phrase about herding cats comes to mind. We find Bill and Rosemary, but lose Matt then find Matt and lose Suzanna. Eventually though, we are all in the car and heading over the other side of the island. We just make it in time to catch the last of the sunset.
We have an excellent meal, really, really excellent as far as I am concerned. My lamb is actually called ‘unforgettable’ in the menu and I think it will be!
We deliver everyone back to Nanny Cay then head back to Conch Charters and our messy boat. Once again, I am hit by the sight of all that bloody ‘stuff’. Glaring at it, I walk past and to our cabin where I don’t have to look at it. It’ll all be there tomorrow as I don’t think the fairies will do anything about it over night!
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