We left our beloved yacht but luckily had no time to worry about what we had forgotten to put away or pack our back in our bags as we were on to our next adventure, working as crew on a 74ft Sailing yacht crossing the Atlantic.
We joined Runaway Bunny in English Harbour Antigua for a warm up trip to St Martin.
On board, the Captain Gindi, Mate/Chef Ruth, Christine Gerard and her Grandson Jose, Diane and Myself.
A few fish were caught, which prevented Jose getting any sleep, he eventually went to his bunk at breakfast time to ‘examine the pillows’.
The plan was to spend a few days in St Martin, fill up with provisions, a few last minute jobs, pick up the crew for the crossing the head off in to the wide blue yonder. But you know what they say about plans, especially on boats. Either have none or many.
After a few days of fixing stuff and filling every corner with food for the trip, we left for a final system test around the bay. A few rattles from the engine and sharp intakes of breath from a local Yanmar engineer and it seems we were to spend a few more weeks in St Martin.
The engine had managed to cook the preheater coil, then weld to to a piston. The only sensible thing to do was remove the engine, have it rebuilt, then drop it back in.
This took the promised three weeks and gave us plenty of time to get to know the ins and out of the new boat. Lots of jobs got done that were waiting for a bit of spare time and extra crew.
Eventually the time passed, the engine was returned and we were ready for our trip across the pond.