While the anchorage at Falmouth is a large one and is protected by a relatively narrow opening of which half has a protective reef, certain wave directions can make it around and into the harbor and cause rolling for those boats anchored on the outside. Guess how I know? I am going to see if any boats disappear from the anchorage this morning and will attempt to get an anchoring spot closer inside and less susceptible to any swell that makes it into here.
I worked aboard the boat in the morning and then headed to shore shortly before lunchtime, the AYC (Antigua Yacht Club) has changed a bit, the old office area is now a restaurant with added porch and the new offices look very nice and spacey with their large shaded porch area. There’s still just the one stairway for access, but I’m sure that things will sort themselves out and that there won’t be too much congestion during the sign-up process. I met Kathy and said hello to her before letting her continue on to her preparatory work, then met even more people that I knew from sailing and from last year’s race; it is akin to a family get-together.
I noticed that one store was selling Aragorn’s artwork and talked with the proprietor (from the Dominican Republic) for a bit, then joined a group heading to Nelson’s Dockyard and looked at the fleet of classic yachts still at the docks. There are some very impressive new and old boat there, but the rigging is just too complicated for me. I can’t tell what many of the lines do, much less name them. Perhaps I will get a chance one day to sail and learn on a tall ship where I believe the first lessons are in line naming and one only graduates to interesting tasks once one knows each line.
Back aboard Zanshin I attacked rust again, armed with my container of Prism Polish and this time did a bit of work on the lifeline stanchions, which had been neglected in previous cleaning sessions and were showing more than a bit of unsightly oxidation. This was a bit of aerobic exercise which got me ready for happy hour at the Loose Mongoose and while I was deciding what to order for dinner at the bar I realized that my time aboard this season is slowly drawing to an end and that I needed to eat my supplies rather than throw them away when I put the boat back on the hard, so I returned aboard and made a light dinner in my own galley.
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