The threat of reinforced trades at 20 to 30 knots and a week of rain sent us scurrying North to the sheltered anchorage [ and fleshpots ] of Bequia.
We loved cracking along at 8 knots on a sparkling day under all plain sail with the spray from the bow wave providing the occasional fleeting private rainbow.
We left behind the RAF crew
Dizzy definitely does not like sailing
We enjoyed exploring Union Island
After our exertions of the day it was back on board in time