Squalls

Our timing yesterday was good. The skies opened up just after we returned to Breeze On and raised the dinghy onto the arch. We had squalls throughout the afternoon and evening. By the evening we had thunder and lightning as well. One particularly strong storm hit us after dark. The wind during the squalls could come from any direction but this one brought wind from the west, while Breeze On had been pointing southeast. George became concerned that the dramatic change in wind direction—combined with the high wind velocity—would not allow the anchor to resettle. I offered to go up into the cockpit and start the engine and idle forward to take some pressure off of the anchor. In the meantime George monitored the screen on the anchor alarm app to make sure we weren’t dragging. At first I didn’t mind getting wet in the heavy rain.  It had been a rather hot and humid day. By the time I shut the engine off, though, I looked like a drowned rat. Too bad George didn’t get a photo of that. Today the squalls have been off in the distance, thank goodness. We spent the morning cleaning the cabin and cockpit. We hadn’t done that since before we left home so it was due. We had planned to go ashore and walk to a cave this afternoon but it was another very warm day so we opted for a swim instead. 

Squalls to the east. 

Squalls to the west.