Despite escape plans, we ended up staying in Nelsons dockyard for New Year.  Mainly because in the end it took some time to get a man to the top of the mast to change the wind instrument thingy over and also because I decided to change the batteries.  Although I had got to the bottom of my charging problem, the originals were just too suspect to risk going to more remote places with, er and I went diving and we were generally just too lazy.  New Year was a rerun of Christmas but in the dark (hence no photo this time) – loud band, loads of people, too much to drink and some great fireworks.  We are now swinging round at anchor away from the mosquitoes and large quantities of Americans, trying to pluck up the courage to mosy around the Island for the next few days until the kids come out.  This mainly consists of lying in the cockpit reading a book or going for a swim off the back of the boat – tuff life.

Hope the Troutbridge delivery went well – let us know the gory details

Oh and for all you fishspotters out there – I discovered it wasn’t a Wahoo after all – it was a Spanish Mackerel – but that would have spoiled a good title for the article and any way it still tasted great!!

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