It looked as though our diet would be dominated by crab for the next few days, but fortunately the arrival of Steve and Aly on Corisande solved the problem with the four of us quickly devouring the two crabs using an odd assortment of pliers, screwdrivers, skewers, cutlery and fingers.
The following day the weather promised an improvement, with the first sight of the sun for a few days. We decided to head off in search of a more sheltered anchorage. For once the route was relatively clear of hazards and the wind was not dead-ahead allowing us to sail. An informal race commenced, with Corisande starting, Ouf following and us bring up the rear (50m of anchor chain takes time to recover with a manual windlass - Ouf just pressed a button and Corisande were just more organised and set off earlier) Michele's foot meant that Ouf didn't fancy the hassle of hoisting their main and reefed their genoa to allow us to catch-up.
Half an hour later the now familiar torrential rain started, reducing visibility and making the approach to the anchorage considerably more hazardous. We were thankful that it held off until we were all safe. It's clear why it's a popular place, the guide describes the anchorage as:
tiny palm crowded cays and translucent water colours makes this area one of the prettiest in the islandsCan't wait for a break in the weather to go exploring.