It was after 8 a.m. when Anthea finally surfaced, delighted
at having slept two nights in a row without getting up, practically without
moving. Her reappearance was reassuring as I had started to think we’d killed
her with the exertions of the previous day. Fifteen hours sleep had totally recharged her batteries.
Fortified with breakfast and much tea, we set out in Grommet for the long dinghy ride to
Charlestown. It blew hard and we had to wait a bit for the wind to moderate.
Finally we loaded ourselves into the wee boat and set off. I was wearing a
sundress with “Antigua” written across the bosom. It was clear, Nevis
disapproved. Almost immediately we left Django,
the wind came up again, the waves rose and splooshed over the front of the
dinghy, soaking us all, but most particularly Les and me who were sitting
forward of the others.
We arrived ashore reasonably drenched with seawater, at
which point, the heavens opened. All dry spots were eradicated. We perched in a
bedraggled group at the port coffee shop, drinking hot Folgers and towelling off.
Fortunately, we had towels since the day’s plans included a visit to the local
hot springs.
Anthea, Les and WW getting dry.
Anthea found a wifi connection...she does love her iPad.
Les went and bought himself and Anthea new t-shirts, then
took her to the shop for new shorts. WW got me shorts and a t-shirt clearly
marked “Nevis”. The sun came out immediately.
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