A Puff of Wind
14 January 2012
Man O War Cay - Gt Abaco Island

We are trying to keep to our simple rule that unless the wind blows us to our destination we don't go. Of course, this can backfire - as the wind is often in the 'wrong' direction most of the time in relation to where we want to go, which means that we break our golden rule more often than not!
Today we're in luck.
We raise the anchor, hose off the encrusted sand, set the jib and take advantage of the lightest, gentlest, warmest zephyr of a breeze which occasionally puffs at the sail to take us forward to Marsh Harbour just five miles away.
Going so slowly and quietly, without engine vibration, also means that the usually elusive green turtles don't feel so threatened - we saw many swimming close to the surface, rising occasionally to breathe - pre-historic, lizard-like heads breaking the surface, turning like periscopes to take a look around - large, bulging, dark eyes focused on us for a split second before dropping back below the surface.
We finally reach Marsh Harbour four hours later and take a slip alongside at the Marina. We prefer to anchor off but with our guest, Jilly, arriving tomorrow from sub-zero Vancouver there are jobs to be done.
We assemble our bikes and hurtle off at speed to do a little basic provisioning.