One Day Much Like the Next

We found Django in fine form, if still lacking a port engine. (The engine fairies had not come during our absence and reinstalled it, alas.) We were in the calm safety of Ordinance Bay, surrounded by friends or, at least, by their boats. The problem with a safe, calm spot at the end of a long bay is that there is little change in the water. The mangroves do their best, but it remains a place one would rather not swim. The watermaker laboured. However, the wind was still strong out in Freeman's Bay, so we were forced to wait.

WW called Carl, the mechanic at Jolly Harbour, and he said the parts would be expensive so he'd waited to order them. Less expensive than a new engine and we've little choice; the process was put in motion.

On January 15, early in the afternoon, the command chain  (WW to me) passed down the word: time to move out to Freeman's. It was relatively painless, barring the large amount of gloopy mud that came up with both our anchor chains. It probably took us more time to wash down the foredeck and trampoline  than it did to up anchors and get the heck outta Dodge. The first thing we did, once safely relocated, was have a long lovely swim.

Django is, again, with friends. David and Nancy live astern of us on Vamoose; Roger and Elizabeth are tucked ahead of the reef and, between them and us are Arnie and Lili on Scott; off to starboard are Carol and Bill from Toronto aboard Steel Away; closer to the harbour are Tom and Jos on Pelekan.

Now our days take on a certain sameness.

We arise, ablute, have tea (me) and coffee (WW). WW also has something to eat, usually in the bread, peanut butter and Marmite line. After a bit, we head in for the morning social session at HotHotHot Spot in Nelson's Dockyard. The cast of characters changes daily, there is ebb and flow as regulars arrive and others depart. The following shows a pretty typical group with their cappuccinos, chocolate croissants, pots of tea, bacon and eggs, bagels, French toast or English muffins.

Breakfast at HotHotHot Spot, where everyday is a battle for shade.

There seems to be a Guy Side today: Roger (in the sun),

Henry (92 this year, had a boat till he was 90,

sold it and now walks over each day from Falmouth),

Tom of Pelekan, and WW.

 

And a Women's Side: Nancy in the great hat and David her husband

(no room on the Guy Side) from Vamoose, Jos from Pelekan,

and Elizabeth (must find out their boat's name).

Then our day may take us to visit Aubrey who provides us with fresh fruit and vegetables, or over to Dockside for more extensive groceries, or up to the Dockyard Bakery for bread or patties. Word  has it the chicken burger there is outstanding.

Eventually we make our way back to Django. Lunch, maybe a nap, lolling and reading, a swim, then it's time for WW to head ashore to get ice and we have our evening rum punch. Many evenings we go ashore to attend the tot. Often we dine with friends at one of the local, inexpensive restos.

Another exhausting day completed.