Walter, a local, well known to Pat and Jilly, turned up in his motor boat with a friend and they moored alongside for a catch up chat and to sell us some t shirts.
This is an established ritual of this trip.
Sea was a little choppy with wind and current making for a little lively ride at anchor this afternoon.
Some of us go off swimming again; I stay on board to finish up some drawings (colouring in).
Dark blue lines,Turquoise blue,
Winds kiss the waters and ruffle them white.
Union, Carriacou, Petit Martinique and her brother, Petit St Vincent,
In the furthest distance,Just, just the edge of Grenada