Safely anchored under Mt. Pelèe

We're sailing again. This time "Fatuhiva and "Babette" are heading towards St. Pierre, the old Martinique capital. But that was before its run in with a volcano.
It's only a two and a half hour sail up the coast. A good sail, the wind just behind the beam. Rolling along, a comfortable five knots through the water.
We anchor in the bay at St. Pierre. The town lies quietly under big bully, Mt. Pelée with its nose up in the clouds. Ship wrecks from the 1902 explosion still line the inner harbor waters.

In the harbor we find two "old friends", both Swedish Najads, "Eos" and "Lovisa". With "Babette" we're three Najads in a row. But after a short chat "Eos" deserts us, heading south. Fair winds, "Eos"!