The windscoops worked a treat; a very pleasant night indeed.  Breakfast was Gran’s banana bread, tea and fresh air.  Broke out the epoxy and fixed a broken drawer, one half of the leaf tables in the cockpit and one of the rope tidys.  The engine mount on the dinghy can wait.

Went ashore just after 08:00 to get some more EC, fresh bread and sunblock (a dirty suspicion that the stuff we have is too old).  Then across to the Internet cafe/Digicel store to post yesterday’s account, and down to Marianne’s to get some homemade icecream.  Back to the boat at full speed, trying to get the icecream to Dad before it melted in the morning sun.

As we got back, Daffodil’s showed up bringing all the block ice they had (all of 2 blocks).  So, back to shore to get more ice; ended up with 4 bags of cube ice from Frangipani.

With everything stowed, we set sail at 11:30 for Mayreau.  We made a bit of a hash of the departure, getting the sails and course a bit wrong initially, but we soon settled down.  Around the headland and a southward course to Mayreau.

Fired a snooze for about an hour, and then took over the helm for the last few miles; trip speed record of 8.6 knots (we think the hull can do maybe 9.5 maximum).

Around 15:30, we arrived in Saline Bay; Saltwhistle had 13 yachts in, the majority being catamarans, and we have a rule about not going in to Saltwhistle if there are more than 3 – 4 yachts in there already.  Dropped anchor and rode back, with Mum doing the usual ‘dive the anchor’ to make sure that it was bedded in properly.

Unfortunately, our first drop had us too close to another yacht for comfort, so we upped anchor and tried again.  A much better position, stop engines, peace and quiet apart from the construction noise on shore.

Around 17:30, the ‘Sailing’ channel turned on, as the yacht to starboard suddenly wasn’t where she had been for the past 2 hours.  She had been on one of the moorings that the locals will rent to you, and was going west with the buoy in tow, bearing down on the catamaran behind her.  Much to-ing and fro-ing, revving of engines and gesticulations as they avoided the catamaran and went around to anchor.

The mooring?  The last I saw, it was heading for Nicaragua.

The yacht?  Well, they made a go-round and dropped anchor.  Shortly thereafter, there was the sound of a whole heap of chain departing the chain locker at high speed.  The gent on board has had his head in the locker since then.

Dinner was BBQ’d T-bone steak and baked potato.  Also cooked some dry-curried chicken and some breadfruit.