Woke up far too early, wandered to the stern, observed the light and went back to bed. Got up again around 06:30.
We decreed today to be a day of rest; we’ll go up to the Cays tomorrow. Nipped across to Petit Martinique (part of Grenada’s territory, so the yacht would have to clear customs to go there) in the dinghy around 08:30 with Dad for more ice (at ~ 1/3 the cost in Bequia), cheese and fresh bread. Committed to staying in the shade until 15:00, at which point I may go back to Petit Martinique to use the internet cafe. No TV channels of interest in PSV right now; only company is an expensive looking catamaran, crewed if you please.
Around 15:30, the ‘Nature’ channel tuned in, with some wind gusts and a solitary brown booby. We were all standing on the fore deck observing the coming squalls when the booby decided to have a short bath in the sea alongside ‘Lady Di’, and then procedded to cruise, with barely a flap of his wings (it was rather windy), on to the pulpit not more than 5 feet away from us. He (she?) had a bit of an issue gripping the stainless steel, but seemed quite content otherwise; going as far as to fold his wings in, and then extend one to keep his balance. There was a red tag on his right leg, making us wonder if he ‘belonged’ to PSV’s hotel - no other booby we’ve seen up close has been tagged.
Whipped a few more ropes. Just the jib sheets left, where they meet the jib. Leaving those until we’re on a good reach up to the Cays or Bequia.
A few more yachts showed up through the afternoon, with another Bbarefoot charter anchoring a little too close for comfort. Anchors hold fairly well in PSV (they actually bury), but if the wind drops, the ocean current (which flows in reverse to the wind) can cause a lot of grief. Put some fenders over just in case of trouble in the night.
Dinner was chicken breast coated in garlic butter, breadcrumbs and grated cheddar. Put the windscoop up to ensure a cool night.
