Seven Mile Beach (north end)
I feel a lot more secure in Governor’s Creek – here there’s
a lot more protection from a hurricane. The creek is actually a small man made
lagoon ten feet deep surrounded by mangroves. A long narrow channel leads to
North Sound – another shallow lagoon with small channels to the sea. So I
should be fairly protected from waves. There aren’t many sailboats here, which
is good, although that may change if a hurricane looks likely to hit. Danny
fizzled out, now there’s Erica, although the models are predicting a path north
to Cuba, missing the Caymans. My plan would be to wedge Sonic Boom as far as
possible into the mangroves, drop both anchors and tie up with mooring lines,
take everything down – sails, lines, dodger, and hope I don’t get hit by debris,
or boats that have come loose.
West Bay
I managed to do laundry, and met a couple of old pirates
living next door to the launderette in West Bay. They told me old stories, one reminded me of
Jock – got caught smuggling conch and lost his boat. The other was called Owen
Evans – definitely a distant past Welsh connection. Afterwards I headed to
Seven Mile Beach, just a short walk from the Yacht Club, and one of the most
beautiful beaches I’ve ever seen. I walked along the northern part and went for
a swim. To the south are the luxury hotels and George Town.
Seven Mile Beach
Later I met up with Lanny and Ginger from Swiftsure, and we
went for a beer in Morgan’s bar just across from where I’m anchored. They
motored pretty much the whole way and averaged five knots; their passage had
taken 16 hours.
Morgan's
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