Pirates of the Caribbean

The holiday was fantastic. Quent said it was the best holiday he has ever had. He loved the sailing, snorkelling, sandcastles, sun etc. He didn’t get to read much, but when he did it was a BVI Yacht and Property magazine he picked up along the way!

Oakley loved the flotilla and the flotilla loved him. The Americans declared him “so cute” and “so smart” and the Brits said he had been a joy. He helped Quent anchor, helmed a little, pulled on ropes and corrected us if we got it wrong – like forgetting to put the anchor light on. He now uses terms like navigation buoys, catamaran, cockpit etc with ease – in fact he only needed telling once and he had it sussed. Unlike his mother. Since he has been home, he has moored the kitchen chair to the cupboard handle and tied himself to the Tesco trolley. He loves his knots. Just like his father.

The scenery was breathtaking. Bounty beaches – real tropical islands with coral reefs, turquoise waters and white sand the consistency of flour. The photos describe it better than I can: