So we weathered storm and tempest, boat boys and pirates. Sailed the whole Island chain from top to bottom.  Appreciated sunsets and  got squiffy on cheap rum ashore and then dinghied aimlessly around various anchoragegs in the dark night trying to find the boat.  We climbed boulder strewn rivers and up to abandoned Napleonic forts, braved barracudas and jellyfish. We got the odd 'boat bite' but nothing more.

So on our last day, on the way to a quiet beach in Trinidad, with all work on the boat finished, how on earth did Fi slip over and break her wrist????!!!!!   Thank goodness it happened on the last day not the first.

Ho hum, roll on the end of the hurricane season.

Larry and Fi  (till next season)