Bernie the Harbormaster stopped by in the morning, and offered us a ride to the yacht club to do our laundry. From there, Beryl and I went for a walk north of Town Cut to Fort St Catherine, and visited the fort and its exhibits. There is a wonderful catacomb of tunnels under the Fort where the powder magazine was.

I cannot get over how intense the colors are here in Bermuda; the clear sea reflected on the shallow sands and reefs is a brilliant blue, and the Bermudians complement this chromatic intensity by painting their houses bright colors in many hues.

In the afternoon, we went to Grotto Bay and Triangle Divers, where they gave us a crash course in scuba, buckled weights to our waists, piled us into a dive boat and took us for two dives. First, we visited a reef next to northeast light, and stepped into a scene from Jacques Cousteau, with brightly colored fish swimming about, brain corals on the sea floor, and seaweed fanning in the currents. After about thirty minutes underwater, Dane the Divemaster tapped our shoulders and brought us back to the diveboat, and we drove another half-hour to a sunken ship, where we dove again, snaking among schools of fish through rotted rusted passage ways overgrown with seaweeds. We did not see the huge grouper said to lurk in the pilothouse, however.

Beryl was thoroughly entranced by the sensation of swimming and breathing among the sea life. Even though Beryl had been asking hourly whether we can sail home yet . . . she now thinks that we had better wait until the cold front and strong winds pass on Sunday before setting out, so that we can go for another dive on Saturday, and maybe Sunday as well.

So the crew consensus seems to be we will sail on Monday, weather outlook permitting.

I am putting some pictures of Bermuda up in the gallery.