My brother Robert and his wife Susan just
left yesterday, having spent a week
day-sailing and discovering George Town and
environs with us.
We had a wonderful time, exploring the
village, “chatting” and “chilling” on Stocking Island, “raking and scraping” (eating
and dancing) at various locations, snorkeling, sailing, fishing, and burying
our toes in the gorgeous powdery sand. Of course, we also had the requisite
bar-b-ques on Sea Change, and a whole lot of down time just lounging in the
cockpit with our respective novels.
I spent part of the week practicing my
dinghying skills, with only one mishap (fortunately I was alone). I misjudged
the speed at which I needed to approach a catamaran I was visiting, and ended
up climbing the back of their boat with the dinghy! It dumped me into the water
as it almost turned turtle, and I had to be rescued by a near-by sailor in his
dinghy, as I couldn’t get back into my own from the water, once I had righted
the boat. I have since been practicing my landing skills, and am in much better
shape with all of that now J.
So we’re all alone on Sea Change again, in
beautiful Red Shanks Cays today – both missing the company and glad for the
isolation for a while. We’ll take a few days to recuperate, and then head to
Cat Island, about 50 miles away.
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