Headless

We spent a day and a half really roughing it...no head and paddles needed to reach the facilities. WW, as is his wont, spent a lot of time in the head, hanging upside down and saying "Feck." He would periodically emerge, sodden and smelly, and paddle across the harbour to the the shop where he was purchasing the bits and pieces he needed. It just couldn't be managed in one day. However, upon the morn, he completed the task and we now have a fully functioning, much-bettter-than-before head. Kudos to Upside Down Guy.

In the ongoing battle to eliminate clutter, we find each other's stuff and ask, innocently, "We don't really need this anymore, do we?" Well, in fairness, as often as not we really don't. But when WW wanted to pitch the two little fishies and the bird that a lad off St. Vincent had woven for us from palm fronds, I couldn't allow it. Still, I had to come up with an out of the way place for the little dears. I had a brainwave. Please understand, I am not much of an artsy crafty type...my fingers turn into sausages when I want to do anything finicky. Still, here's what I managed--

KMH's mobile: Calder, eat your heart out.

Among other achievements of the week were the recovery of our two anchors, previously abandoned at our mangrove sanctuary. It was a mucky, muddy, disgusting job, but they are both safe aboard and much cleaner. I finished scraping the hulls over several days and left WW the much nastier jobs of the keels, which require diving to get to. Django has been fully rigged and is ready to sail.

On Wednesday (toast: to ourselves as no one else is liable to be concerned with our welfare), we had a mess o' lentils for dinner, with lots of sauteed vegetables cooked with them. It was the night of Tot 2. Thursday (toast: to a bloody war and a sickly season, to a blood war and a quick promotion) was shopping. We can get such exotic items as yoghurt and red peppers. I made us goat biryani with curried eggplant for dinner. It was the night of Tot 3. On Friday (Tot 4, to a willing foe and sea room) we finally recovered Boffo's motor and that has made life much easier. Saturday (Tot 5, to sweethearts and wives, may they never meet) we walked out to Fort Berkeley and up the Middle Trail to one-gun battery. It was a lovely if rather uphill hike and featured a good deal more goat droppings than I normally care for. (Goats are ubiquitous and I reckon the only way to fight back is...eat 'em.)

Self-explanatory

Fort Berkeley

View from Fort Berkeley up English Harbour to Nelson's Dockyard

View from Fort Berkeley ramparts looking towards...well, Africa actually.


Middle Trail signpost


The uphill bit to the one-gun battery.

Today is Sunday (tonight we will be examined and have Tot 6, toasting absent friends and those at sea). Antigua and Barbuda today celebrates 28 years of independence. This morning we joined a Tot Club work group and went to assist with trail maintenance in Jones Valley. About which more later. That's enough for now.