Darboussier

Up early and impressed that we hadn’t moved much as we checked the anchor alarm. We chatted about letting out more chain given the impending storm and the fact that the winds were going to clock. 15 minutes later, I was in the aft cabin and Brian started yelling. Our anchor had come loose and dragged to within 5 feet of another boat. His quick response of starting the engine and me, getting the snubber off and lifting up the anchor, we bid sorry to our neighbors for the scare and tried to find another spot. We went around the corner to anchor but were not holding and worried we would hit the rocks by the muse sun. Then we headed across the fairway to Banc de couillon anchorage. Once settled, we headed back to the Marina to drop off laundry and then to take the dingy around the corner to Pointe a Pitre. We went for a walk and saw a sign for a museum of a poet that Brian was familiar with. We walked to the town square that was a big market and bought lots of fruit and vegetables. We then found the the Saint-John Perse museum and toured it, and then to the bookstore to buy his poetry and several other works French works that interested Brian. I got a nice gel pen.
We walked around a bit more and then headed back to the boat. We zipped around to other boats beside us: Sara and Jay from Alberta on an Amel 56, Francis and Laura on a Jeunneau 38 from Boston, and a boat flying a Swiss flag and a guy named Rex that had 8 people on it. Come to Lorena for a Sundowner at 6pm.
We got back to the boat and I had to work, and had a conference call at 5pm. During my call the winds started to really pick up (the storm we were waiting for) and I had to turn on the cabin light.
By 6pm it had started raining and the winds howling so no one came and we ate charcuterie for supper. The anchorage felt safe and there was no swell, but the wind was howling so it was a bit scary to go to sleep in such.Read more