Ahhh, the value of a good night’s sleep is inestimable, I feel so much better today and the sunshine is looking nice rather than yesterday’s glare. While there was a bit of roll during the night, it wasn’t enough to wake me up and the kedge did it’s job very well; I woke up once at about 2AM and saw that the boats were pointing in all directions because the wind had died down but my light kedge line kept me from swinging towards contact with my one neighbor. During the day the winds are steady, and I’m afraid that despite the marks someone will run over the kedge so I took it back aboard.
In the early afternoon I put my camera in a waterproof backpack, threw the sandals on the paddle board and paddled ashore. Just at the end of the beach, starting at a sign stating “Danger!”, is a steep path going up to the top of the Pain de Sucre hill which I’d decided to take despite the dire warning. It was very steep and parts of it were just dirt (very slippery – on the way down) and other parts required two hands to climb up rocky cliffs but it wasn’t a very long way up and the view of the anchorage and the Saintes was pretty indeed.
I decided to remain in the anchorage and just before sunset yet another boat took the mooring that was too close to me. This time I didn’t set the kedge anchor and hoped that when the winds shifted during the night the other boat would swing the same way (at the same time) as I would.
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