Hot, sunny.

I’ve had enough of this pain in my foot and no longer think it is related to gout. Gout is nothing like this and usually clears up in a few days of being a good boy. I have been a friggin’ angel and it is only getting worse. We’re renting a car tomorrow and I will go to the local hospital to get it checked out. At the very least I want to get some crutches to get the weight off the thing.

In the morning we dinghy over to Whisper Cove where Christy drops off the laundry. She will just use the washing machine, we will dry on the boat. Laundry is expensive here, which is part of the reason I wash a lot of my stuff by hand.

Then we motor over to Clarke’s where the Wednesday market is going on. Christy picks up a few items we need to get us through our last few days as I limp up, watch, and chat with the security guard who sympathizes with my foot.

Then across the bay again where Christy discusses our dodger canvas with Kelly at Allmans (repair/replace?) and sunshade creation (patch old/make new?) while I wait in the dinghy and research dinghy haulout maneuvers. Get rained on a bit but not bad. We meet a nice couple (Gwynn and Mike) from Minnesota on the dock who give us some great advice. These are the best learning experiences – picking up info from people who have done it before.

Back to the boat for more afternoon chores.

Later we dinghy over to Hogg’s Island for a bit of respite. I try to do a drone shot as it is a perfect afternoon for it but a bit surprised we are still too close to the airport for the drone to take off. That’s one trouble about these islands – almost all of them have airports and therefore automatically too close for the drone.

We sit in the shallows, Christy is right it does make my foot feel better. The little anchor actually does hold in the water, but not on the beach – but it is pretty calm here. While sitting there, 4 little angel fish decide they like my company and flit around me – mostly at my back where it is shady but are darting about everywhere. They seem to dare each other to go under the arch of my bent knees and occasionally bump into me.

Full moon the last couple of days. Christy enjoys it but by nightfall I can’t stand the pain anymore and am down by 8 pm.