Motor slog to Chubb Cay

Long, flat, 60 mile motor into the wind to make sure we could get to Nassau tomorrow to pick up Tom, Dad’s sailing guru who he has never met in person. There is no land en route, it’s the famous long slog to get to the Bahamas proper. We came in late at 9:30pm and had to moor in the dark. Hannah had to stand on the front with a torch checking for obstacles, mum in charge of anchor, dad controlling the engines- the dream time! First time bite on anchor (go mum!)

Laundry day!