St Barths

A difficult 12 hour sail for the uninitiated on board...involving some green faces and some slamming into big seas and headwinds has led us to a Francophiles paradise...St Barths..

The accents are tres chic but these suntans are all real...Ryan and Manuela are loving the celebrity filled beaches..Kimora and Machine Gun Kelly were cavorting for the paparazzi at St Jean yesterday...If that means anything to anyone under 30..

Nicole is window shopping happily..beautiful clothing and jewelry but Dad is keeping close ties on the budget..the only big expenses are at the Marine stores and chandleries.

A big rolly swell is coming in from the Caribbean Sea throwing the boat about at anchor so we come into town regularly to sip on coffee and delightful croissants while I get to grips with the blog...have just lost one full of lovely photos because I forgot to click save ..but am going to get the hang of this if it kills me so just be patient out there!

Beautiful Dorado caught by intrepid fisherman on the way to St Barths

So before I lose this pain raisin fuelled episosde ..I will click post and will look for the photos lost in the ether yesterday after several Mojitos. (Note to other amateur bloggers out there...leave the rum until after you get the darn thing out!)