Day 3. Ile aux Moines

Still brilliant sunshine and NE 4, which is perfect for Marcita to scud about this beautiful place. Every island has a beach or two, some lovely pine trees, and houses which seem like a paradise place to live. The water is covered with traditional sails, classic dinghies, rowing boats, and periodic sightings of the 3-masters. One has its gunports open, with the cannon rolled out, and they enjoy periodically letting one off, deafening everyone within miles.

We've been aground once a day, last night by going peacefully to the north of a south cardinal within yards of the mooring. The expression of scorn on the face of the kind bloke in a rib who pulled us off was well deserved. In the morning we had to get down past Ile Longue before the tide turned, as you can't cross the current when it's flooding. So we coasted out under goose-winged asymmetric, picked up a mooring for lunch, and drifted up to Le Bono for the evening's festivities.

Pic of the fleet moored at Ile aux Moines