Now at the stage of filling sailing bags with clothes that will never be worn, as we prepare for a week of big breeze sailing in Virgin Gorda (supposedly looking like a reclining virgin – but if she’s reclining, I suspect she’s having a rum and won’t be so pure for long).

As usual the instructions from Joe as regards where we are to be, transport, etc. is equivalent to following Blackbeard’s treasure map.

It will all become clear tomorrow….