Meanwhile, back at "Babette"...!

It’s the foot pump under the sink that's the sinner. Sending a trickle of water down into the bilge, and then spilling over onto our wall-to-wall-carpet-covered floor-boards. The whole tank! Luckily we're not out on the Atlantic right now.
Before breakfast Oernulf has the pump removed and wood plugs pounded into place. And, miracle of miracles, "Fatuhiva" has a brand-new pump in reserve which fits. And now it is installed in "Babette". Now all we need is water.

Now we're all ready for a walk in "Nelson's Dockyard". The Dockyard was never Admiral Horatio Nelson's favorite places. It was "vile". Of course he was slightly prejudiced, being forced into boat-arrest on his HMS Boreas in the harbor. The local businessmen were upset about not being able to trade freely, just with English boats, now that Nelson was in command.
But the brick buildings from 1725 on are beautifully restored now. The "Naval Officer’s House is the museum. The oldest house, "Pitch and Tar Store" is the popular "Admiral's Inn". Incredible pillars from the "Old Boat House and Sail Loft" are now standing, like thick palm trunks along the shore. The colonial buildings are all aged red brick, white trim and grey-blue shutters, edged with palms and flowering bushes, and lovely lawns and paths. Well-kept and tidy. Verrry British.

We take a walk out on the peninsula, Middle Ground, getting a good view of all the bays, inlets and anchorages. It's easy to understand why the British would want a cannon or ten up at the top of this hill. The landscape is dry. Cacti and Aloes, and flowering "Century Plants", their stilts high above our heads, crowned with clusters of bright yellow flowers. And tiny hummingbirds helping themselves to the nectar. Back on the ground little goats are munching on the dry grass between the cacti. No rain forests here.

Come evening we're on our way up to Shirley Heights. We're joining American boat, "Full Circle" at a "Pan Band, Jump-up Barbecue". The view over English Harbor from this side is just as panoramic. And fabulous as the sun sets in the sea.

Later, returning from "Full Circle" where we stopped to chat, we get an unpleasant surprise back at "Babette". The wind has died and she has wandered over to neighbor boat, "Sea Terror" and they're now touching. "Sea Terror" is an old Life Boat out of Stornaway, Outer Hebrides. Now with a mast on it. And its rope leads down to a mooring we learn. That's why it doesn't swing like an anchored boat. We pull in some chain, and gain a little elbow room. Can we sleep now?