Yesterday morning George went up the mast to fix a broken wire leading to the anchor light. He had noticed the night before that the light wasn’t working. We both joked that it was my fault it had broken—the day before I had told some friends on a Zoom call that we hadn’t had any major boat issues this year. Although I knocked on wood when I said it, we were jinxed anyway. After that job was done we raised the anchor and motored about 4 miles N to Miller’s Bay. In the early afternoon we dinghied ashore for lunch with Jean and Michael at Chez Pierre. We called ahead for a reservation and submitted our order via WhatsApp. Pierre can be very particular and has been known to turn people away if they don’t have a reservation. We all ordered pizza and salad, which are always excellent. I am sorry to say I neglected to take any photos. We spent the night at Miller’s Bay because George wanted to run the watermaker and expected the water to be clearer there compared to the water in Thompson Ba