More Martinique

Finally we arrive in the calm, still, dreamy anchorage of St Pierre and by god it felt good to get there. We managed to arrive just before sun fall and we drop the anchor and sym goes ashore to see if there is anything open.
The strike that was in Guadeloupe when we were then had now spread to Martinique. Typical French. They obviously did not care that we needed to stock up on cheese and wine. It’s been ages since our wine stocks have run out and im sure all this rum we have been consuming in Dominica is not too good for us. We had been informed my Aliisa who were a few days in front of us that there was not much open and the shelves half empty but hero boy Sym manages to find a local shop and gets a few bottles of vino to chill out. What a hero, if any a time did we fancy a drink it was then.
The next day we sailed down the coast to the anchorage further south called Fort De France. Again a really windy sail of about 35 knots but the sea was fine cos we were in the lee of the island. Dreamy compared to the day before. When we arrived we decided to stay for a couple of days cos we did not have to be in st Lucias for a week.
We decided that it was about time to give Sym a trim as his hair was so long, he had not had it cut since Menna did it in Lanzarote. Instead of fussing around we went straight in and gave him a Bruce Willis grade 0 all over. He looked like such a hooligan, it was horrible.