During our morning breakfast on board, we could hear the sounds of a military regiment drilling on the quay right next to us. Today is "Peppercorn Day" in St George, the day that the parish pays its annual rent, of one peppercorn, to the Royal Scottish Order of St George, a rent paid with a degree and pomp and ceremony wholly disproportionate to the rental price. In addition to the military marching band whose warm up practice disrupted our breakfast, the Governor of Bermuda arrived by horse and carriage, and multiple cannon blasts shook the town square where the bewigged town crier announced the proceedings.

While we watched the ceremonies from a balcony overlooking the square, Robin noticed a man wearing a "Keene Sentinel" t-shirt (Keene, NH is Robin's native town, the Sentinel is its newspaper). So we soon befriended Nancy and Don, who live within a mile of my father in law in Keene. They took an interest in our voyage, so we invited them aboard.

In the afternoon, we took the bus to Hamilton to see about replacing Beryl's glasses, then visited the Bermuda Undersea Exploration Institute, where we learned that the Bermuda Triangle is for real and that paranormal events can really be expected in the triangle between Bermuda, Antigua, and Fort Lauderdale. We better get out of this place soon.

When we got back to the Mabel Rose, a cruise ship had tied up on the wharf right next to us.