Somehow we’d managed to do over a dozen Caribbean charter trips without ever having visited the British Virgin Islands. The BVIs are training grounds for charterers; most do their first charter there.
So, Sunday was our first experience of the BVIs, and it was much as we expected: lots of mooring balls, nearly all occupied by charter boats. We, however, anchored. We have a good anchor.
We did appreciate and enjoy our Sunday of rest and relaxation. There were swims (J, T and P), naps (G and T), reading (J), and island exploration* (P).
* Pete’s island exploration was eventually curtailed by mean-looking, swimming cows blocking the beach.
In the late afternoon, Tony, Gayle, and Jane took the dinghy to shore and met Pete (who swam in earlier). We enjoyed a few drinks at the beach bar: very pleasant (see photos below).
We considered eating on shore, but we sensed that the few restaurants available might share characteristics with other small island restaurants (plain food, slow service, and high prices).
The guys were keen to go for one more drink but got waylaid by emergency dinghy-motor repair. Gayle whipped us up a delicious dinner of jerked filet mignon, parsley-buttered potatoes and green salad. (No need to go to shore in search of food.) We opened a nice malbec to go with but I am embarrassed to say that we didn’t manage to finish it. The spaffers were knackered after a long sail and a happy day.