Buying Fuel

Yesterday morning we set out in the dinghy to buy groceries. On our way to the dock we stopped by Mystic Star for a brief chat. They were about to raise their anchor and move on so we didn’t stay long. Before they left Donna happened to mention that we shouldn’t bother going to the store just yet—they had gone there earlier in the morning and the shelves were not well stocked. The supply boat has come in overnight so it would take a few hours to get the shelves restocked. So, we returned to Breeze On and waited a few hours before setting out to buy fuel. We needed three cans of diesel and one can of gas so it was going to be a heavy load. We waited for the tide to come in so it would be easier to lower the full cans from the dock to the dinghy. By the time the tide has come in, however, the wind has shifted to the SW and there was quite a bit of chop in the harbor. 

After getting the cans filled George carried two and I did my best to carry the other two. I had to stop and rest a few times and George would occasionally put his cans down and come back to help me with mine. We managed to get the cans and ourselves back into the dinghy without mishap. By the time we returned to Breeze On we decided the groceries could wait until today. 

Carrying the jerry cans. I am surprised the photo shows me smiling—or maybe it is a grimace. The long sleeve shirt is not because it is cold—it is meant to reduce the amount of sunscreen I have to slather on. George and I refer to applying sunscreen as “greasing up,” as in greasing up to swim the English Channel.