Drowned cat joins The Barbados Yacht Club

Our Scandinavians friends on "Agape" and "Veto" have deserted us, bound for "Scandinavian Christmas" at Bequia. So we and "Christiania" move over to the moorings of the "Barbados Yacht Club". They have an offer of one week's complementary membership. There is a club-house with bar and breakfast/lunch restaurant. A shower (one for women, one for men) A beach, with bar, tables and chairs under a very convenient huge, leafy tree. Not tall, but with a big horisontal spread. And full of curious little black birds. There's no dinghy landing, so one just pulls up on the beach. Sounds simple, right?

Our first try: disaster! The surf is just a ripple, so we row the last bit. Almost ashore this little mini-surf tips just over the side of the dinghy. And drenches me, waist and down. Well, how does this harmonise with the "dress code" in this posh yacht club? Good entertainment though, I'm thinking, for the gin-and-tonic, lawn-chair crowd under the shady tree.
But not a problem. We meet a friendly face who kindly directs us to the showers. It's our first real shower, with lots of hot running water, since San Sebastian, La Gomera, the 12th of November: one month and 10 days ago!