Last day of quarantine

Just as I felt like we were running out of steam a bit, being cooped up on the boat for 2 weeks, Rowan announced that our quarantine would be over tomorrow as it it counted from the day we were signed out by customs in Turks & Caicos which was on a Friday. We can’t wait to get our feet onto terra firma tomorrow. The ominous noise from the deep freeze has killed it and we have a big bag of prawns, a couple of steaks and some packs of chicken to cook up. Otherwise our catering was spot on, as we are on the last of our milk and have just enough eggs for breakfast tomorrow.

Our neighbours

The bush is so dry and brown, and the rocks volcanic. We’ve christened this peak Iguana Head.

It is pretty hot on the boat and we are so grateful for the wind blowing through. The heat makes me very lethargic, and it requires a huge effort to try and do my very small exercise routine, mainly stretches. Otherwise I got stuck into my book Mukiwa, which reminds me so much of my upbringing. So many similarities – going to boarding school at seven, getting a lift to school in a little mini that had to climb out of a valley up a steep mountain pass and having to negotiate a particular scary corner, ours was aptly called ‘Dead Man’s Corner’. Fine going up but coming down was incredibly frightening, as our old dear liked to whizz down freewheeling to save petrol. Being allowed to go to sleep at night on the sitting room sofa because I was so scared of the dark and carried to bed later. Scary snake stories etc etc So a whole afternoon of nostalgic memories.

For supper I made hamburger patties, with chopped up bacon, chipotle jam and capers. We had them on my home made walnut/seeded bread with smoked cheese slices and have to say it was one of our scrummiest meals so far!

And that’s about it from this place of endless stunning sunsets!

Our little village at night