A 10 minute motor from the Bight out to the outcrop called the Indians which is part of Pelican island so called because of the penguins. Joking. There are pelicans everywhere. The joy of this site is that you can pick up a mooring buoy and step off the back of your boat right onto the dive site. Depth is no more than 12m and it's a pretty site though not outstanding. We saw turtles and a nurse shake asleep under a rock.
Moved on to anchor at the capital Road Town overnight. This is the rolliest anchorage we've stayed. Wind was blowing hard all night. David woke at 3am because something didn't feel right. Thank jolly goodness for that gut feeling. My feeling at the same time was deep, deep sleep. That was until David alerted me to the fact that we were dragging down on a catamaran that was closer than when we went to bed. Of course it wasn't a bright starry night, the wind was blowing hard pushing the rain ahead in vertical sheets. Before sticking my head in the cockpit I donned full wet weather gear including my boots and slipped on my life jacket. We may have been dragging, but safety comes first every time. David was on helm and I clipped on to the lifeline and went forward to co-ordinate lifting the anchor and finding a new spot to put it down.
Ron was asleep in the forward cabin though not for long as I broke in to switch on deck lights. Ron made the executive decision that the Captain and his crew were quite capable of controlling the situation and stayed warm and dry in his bunk.
After repositioning with giving room to the other boats I went back to bed and David stayed up and monitored the anchor watch. We were fine for the rest of the night. We were just fortunate that David woke and we could address the issue before it became a problem.
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