So, there it was, a tiny spec of land off in the distance. Martinique? Nope, St Lucia, but within minutes we could see our destination and before too long, the champagne was open and we were quaffing our first proper drink in weeks, at St Annes, Martinique. Remarkably, we all had a decent kip despite the broken sleep patterns resulting from the passage night watches. …
Not all who wander are lost …
Our Big Boaty Adventure 