We arrived onto Nimmie late on Friday night (Sept 11th) to find her all open and a ladder against the mast. Down below was not much better. We couldn’t figure out what was going on given that Peter, our caretaker, knew we were coming. Anyway, we went to bed and thought we would sort it out in the morning.

Saturday arrived and we were none the wiser until we got a phone call from the man himself – from his hospital bed! He had been picking up a part for us and came off his scooter the previous afternoon. Several broken ribs and a punctured lung meant he will be out of action for a while although that didn’t stop him phoning and texting us over the next 24 hours. His son came round and finished off the deck light replacement and picked up the ladder and Peter’s tools.

By the time this was all completed, it meant that we couldn’t go for a day sail with Liz’s work colleague and her family. Still, we did do the food shopping and get Nimmie ready for her sail across to Sicily. The fridge was still playing up so we got lots of ice to keep the beers cold! A delightful evening was had with Sue and family, polished off with a meal at the yacht club.