Lay Day
As has become custom, we took Zanshin for a sail up to Green Island on lay day. But the guests aboard were limited to Rosie and Alec and Neil had found time from the protests and situations in the jury room that had come about on the previous day to join us. We met at 09:00 and got going quickly. The winds were strong and from the wrong direction for our sail, so we motored upwind and against the strong current to arrive at Green Island by noon. The best spot in the cove was taken, but we anchored nearby and proceeded to enjoy the wonderful anchorage.
The main protesting racer from the previous day, Tosca, was anchored close by and Neil had spent much of the trip on the phone in discussions with the jury and race committee regarding this boat. Neil requested that he be able to have an opportunity to discuss the problems with them. They weren’t on the VHF so we dinghied across and found that they were about to go off windsurfing and might have time later in the afternoon.
We then had a toast to missing friends (Stephen and Luis) and lounged aboard listening to music supplied by DJ Alec. And of course, we swam around the boat and even went ashore.
Neil needed to attend a jury meeting at 18:00 so we left earlier than I would have liked and the sail back to Falmouth was not as fast as I’d expected. But we were heading dead downwind and thus had to tack a bit to keep up boat speed. But with the strong current helping us and some expert steering by Rosie, we made it back, anchored Zanshin and I delivered Neil to the dock at precisely 17:58 so that he made it to the meeting exactly on time.
We expected Neil to be in meetings for longer than we were willing to wait for dinner as we were peckish after the day’s sailing. We went to Roti Sue’s but discovered that she was closed and then headed back towards English Harbour in search of a new dining experience. There were several street stalls with tables set up in the parking lot of English Harbour and we chose one of them for a filling meal before returning to the committee boat for a final drink while I ran the engines to get the batteries charged enough to prevent the alarms going off in the middle of the night.