In the morning, we set sail to a mooring field in Spanish Wells and were well protected from the weather.
There was a ship in the channel blocking it. After she departed, she headed to the bay, turned around, and we had to move closer to the shore to avoid her. Meanwhile, the ferry cut in front of us in an unseemly manner.
We got a mooring ball.
Monday was rainy. I showered in the rain. It was good.
We spliced the 8-plait line to the anchor chain that was cut at Highbourne.
On Tuesday, we walked through town and got some groceries when Chris arrived. We were starting to head back to the center of Spanish Well when a golf cart offered us a lift,
Met with Chris, brought his luggage on board, and went out for supper at Wreckers.
The next day, I discovered I had left my credit card at the restaurant. We picked up the credit card and did more groceries and wine.
Later, Marc-Andre introduced us to his neighbour Fulub, who was on another mooring ball!
