We had enjoyed several weeks of perfect weather, we now have the opposite, tropical storms, squalls and torrential rain. We patiently waited for a weather window for our passage to Jamaica. We kept busy reading, we practiced our Spanish, completed last year’s tax returns, played Mexican Train and researched anchorages in Jamaican and Cuba. Not to mention the regular sundowners with Tourterelle and Lady Rebel. The days and nights blended into each other, we watched numerous yachts drag their anchor during the nightly squalls and there was our nightly (sometimes twice) bailing of the water from the dingy. It wasn’t going to sink we just didn’t want the fuel tank to float away.

I also gave Ian moral supported with his foundry project. When they had their anchor and chain re-galvanised, they lost the lead in the anchor and it no longer sets (dig in). Ian collected lead from a car tyre place in Beaufort and he needed to melt it down and pour the molten metal into his anchor. At the abandoned hamburger beach bar we stoked the fire with charcoal and collected scraps of wood. It wasn’t long before the lead melted, the steel bits were scraped off the top and Ian poured it into his anchor. Fortunately without issue and noted to be without PPE.