That's what our week looked like here in Jolly Harbour. I had one trip to the pool (aka, the Poo) and read all the rules before I had a swim in the heaviest downpour we've had since we got here. Otherwise, there's been little r&r. We did nearly bust our butts riding the villa bikes back and forth to the boat - note my inelegant solution - I tied a big hunk of foam on with my kerchief, but it didn't help much.

But we're in the water now, new address is "Far End of B Dock" and we'll be here for a week or more. Next job is to get the masts varnished and back in place, get the sails off of Tom's bunk (we still call it that Tom, although it looks more like the family garage most of the time), and get ready to move the boat again. The launch was relatively uneventful. The yard guys, Danny, Mario, Ray and Steven are great. Danny drives the tractor hauling all the boats, does most of it backwards, and all of the time with an audience, half of which is likely to be hollering directions at him. He just takes his time and hey, presto, you're in the water. Only a few leaks, but we shut off the sea cocks and went back to the villa for one more shower.

We're liveaboards again. Living in total chaos, but we did manage a champagne breakfast this morning to celebrate our return. The millions of ants also living aboard are keen on bacon grease. Who knew?