Departing Salt Whistle Bay for a sail back to Bequia

Crystal clear water of Salt whistle Bay. Freddie the boatman who organised the lobster grill last night brought us a bottle of seaweed hooch this morning, I’m feeling very nervous of trying it, from the little we could understand of Freddie, he promises it will do loads for us!

Last Bar before the jungle where we had our lobsters last night.

It really is the last bar before the wilderness.

I love the local boats, so colourfully painted!

Poor James would have liked to stay with us, he has nothing to go back to, and has realised that it is not just aeroplanes that he is seriously interested in, but boats too! We had to stick to our excuses, there was no alternative but to drop him off in Mustique today. Mustique lies east of all the other islands so it is generally a slog into the wind to get there. We managed to get the main sail up but it was still engines on all the way there. James did a great job of steering a lot of the way. We attached to a mooring ball when we got to Mustique, and the harbour master was soon out to see us. He was surprised to see James who he knows very well, on board. He took James back to land and it saved us the bother of getting the dinghy down which was a help as we still had a couple of hours sailing to get back to Bequia.

James at the helm.

The wind picked up, gusting up to 26-28 knots, Rowan was getting very excited as we got between 11 and 12 knots of boat speed. It was a very comfortable sail and we made it to the Bequia headland a lot quicker than we thought.

We were safely anchored off St Margaret’s beach in time to enjoy another lovely sunset.