Rollicking North

The seas were calm and the wind was light as we left the harbour at Deshaies. We unfurled jib and main, but it looked as though we would have to keep a motor running to make it to Antigua in reasonable time. Then again, we were in the lee of Guadeloupe…things could change. And they did.

The wind picked up nicely when we cleared the land, and we flew north. The northeast swell was coming against us. Where it had helped us go south, it was more of a pain going north. Our incredible guests, once again, enjoyed every minute of a rather up-and-down crossing. Incredibly, we were at English Harbour by about 2:30 p.m.

The crew kindly invited the captain and first mate out for dinner, so we introduced them to Trappas, a good restaurant on the way to Falmouth Harbour. I stopped dry February to toast voyaging with friends.

Our guests were pretty much packed when we went ashore on Wednesday.We walked them over to Falmouth to see the other harbour.

Our guest berth with packing under way.

WW and David went to the museum in the Dockyard. David said he could have spent hours there.

We went back to Django to gather belongings, then went to the Galley Bar for bite of lunch. Our favourite taxi driver Donald came at 1:30 to collect the crew. Hugs, sadness, waves. We hope they will come again. (They are probably the first guests we’ve ever had who understood the head--toilet, in landspeak--and its complicated workings right from the get-go. Totally astonishing.)

The oft-mysterious workings of our head

were instantly understood by our gifted guests.