After a "see you soon" farewell to Strathspey as they left for points north, and to Little Farmers Cay, we headed north ourselves on Friday. We had spotted some sweet anchorages on the way down along Great Guana Cay and decided to pull into the little bay just north of White Point. The wind was blowing at close to 20 from the S and we wondered if it might provide a bit of protection. Not so!

Madcap was the only boat there till just before dark, and we had a fine time picnicking and walking, swimming and snorkeling the little coral head near the boat. It was a gorgeous beach, and by climbing over the big dune we could walk the south side of the point too. A huge osprey's nest occupies an outcropping of rock and one of the birds kept up a steady stream of whistling at us whenever we ventured anywhere near that direction. Palm trees, flat rocks, a gently sloping beach made it a perfect place to wile away some hours.

Finding the little coral head was interesting; here it was - all by itself - about 12 feet in diameter - surrounded by sand - and teeming with life: Nassau groupers (a big one and some small ones), grunts, huge angelfish, squirrelfish and a host of others.

It was a remarkable experience to have these long, beautiful beaches completely to ourselves. Palm trees dotted the horizon, iguana tracks traced through the sand, the ospreys called ...and that was all.

On land and in the water, the setting was absolutely perfect. On the boat it was a different matter. We each spilled anything that we weren't hanging onto even with nonskid placemats. Neither of us had enough hands to hold plate and glass and knife and fork all at the same time! The gimbaled stove flew back and forth as I tried to make dinner and hang onto knives and bowls at the same time.

Sleep was scarce but at least we didn't drag anywhere, and there was enough light to see our way when we left the next morning. We'll pick a calmer night next time.