Christmas eve we got to speak with our family and friends in New Zealand and in other parts of the world. Christmas day we decided to move a few miles up the coast. We arrived at St Pierre just in time for lunch. We dined on a few different types of ham (as only the French can do), salad and a few other culinary delights. We toasted our friends and family’s with the local Christmas drink – Sorrel; laced with a tot of local rum. It was the quiet Christmas and birthday that Paul wanted. There was really not much else to do as it rained on and off for most of the day. It has been raining a lot since we arrived here and wondered if we would ever get off the boat.