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In 2011 I was sailing a very beaten up schooner called "Gloria" around the Caribbean islands that make up the Grenadines. This schooner I'd bought with nearly the last of my money for f1500. One thing led to another and having little work but lots of time myself and some friends sailed Gloria across the Atlantic. We had many experiences, not least was the oil pressure on the engine going AWOL. There my lady friend Helen re-joined us and one of the crew left.

beach gallery was the isle of Bequia, the aviator book warned that the holding for the anchor in the main bay wasn't so great and to be cautious of yachts pulling their anchors. We came in during a gale power squall, complete with horizontal rain (warm), without an engine the manoeuvre was a trifle challenging. However beach bum did not hit anything and came to rest in a relatively sheltered place. Myself and friend Edmund donned snorkels and masks and dived to assess said anchor, it wasn't dug in very well at all, so I piled some rocks on it. Afterward after surfacing we set another anchor out to make sure. beach freedom was that the sea bed wasn't too deep sand over coral, and the anchor was having trouble biting.

A couple of nights later during another squall I had my slumber disturbed by the unmistakable sound of twin diesels going hard astern, on emerging from my berth and running topsides I saw a big catamaran quite close to our bow taking evasive action. He had clearly pulled his anchor and only managed to miss us and regain his gear before going away to try again someplace else.





This scenario was rein acted several times over our stay in the many Isles. We did not drag, with no engine we could not manage to, so we put down tons of chain and an added anchor at every stop. You dear fellow naturists will enjoy the solution I found to this issue.

The group of yacht uses we'd most trouble with were the ones who charter their yachts, a few of these people never have had a lot of experience in Anchoring, and there's quite plenty of technology to what on the surface appears a easy manoeuvre. These folks, tend not to have spent big quantity of time in close proximity to other people as in a modest yacht surroundings. These individuals are the kind that never have come face to face with naked human bodies except in some specific scenarios. In fact I discovered that if I seemed nude in the cockpit while I read a novel and waved to the just arriving charter yachts of an evening, they'd go right over to the other side of the bay, "hey presto" problem sorted!)