The mystery of the freighter was solved at 4am when the mail boat came in and moored up against the apparently disused Happy People marina. It did so without ramming either ourselves or the rocks behind us which was good.
I could not then get back to sleep so made the best of our remaining internet time and watched the sun rise behind large clouds to the east with a very red tinge of the proverbial sailor’s warning heralding the rain and distant thunder of the day. We’d only literally a couple of miles to travel today “round the corner” to Big Majors Spot, I’ve no idea where it get its rather unusual name though. When we rounded the headland we realised where everyone else had been hiding in the nice sandy bay which was cramped with large motor cruisers and a few yachts. Fowl Cay was directly ahead which hosts the Royal Plantation Resort which apparently does a great dinner and by the looks have a restored Plantation House ashore.
Invincible anchored of Big Majors Spot
We manage to get a spot closest to the beach, though hopefully far enough away to be out of pig swimming range. We did some chores and had some lunch whilst the rain stopped. Kevin prepared some fairly disgusting tinned turkey which he could not bring himself to eat to take to the pig being rather short of any fresh supplies to feed them. We took the dingy in and disappointingly at first they seem to ignore us until on looked up and they all came running and then swimming out to the dingy. One tried to board the dingy at this point and Kevin had to start the engine whilst we replanned our approach. I rather sheepishly volunteered to stay with the dingy and drop Kevin off to feed the pigs are their enthusiasm is a little intimidating.
We went in closer again and two swam out to meet us as Kevin jumped out of the dingy and the all followed him up the beach all the little curly tails jigging in unison behind him. The demolished the two tins of turkey in no time and Kevin received at least one nip in their eagerness. The other local wildlife have obviously also cottoned on the the popularity of the pigs and there were gulls swooping down to steal what they could not to mention fish swimming in to claim anything below the waterline.
We took a short trip along the dramatic undercut and cavernous coastline before it started to rain again and we headed back to the boat. Through the afternoon the pigs have received an almost constant stream of visitors, those with the bigger tenders seeming to fare slightly better in the food distribution, more than one smaller tender like ours turned back when the first boarding's started and they lost out on some good tack. Other than that the rain has been on and off all afternoon so we resigned ourselves to some more reading.
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What a fantastic experience with all those pigs. I think I would have let Kev feed them too and stayed as the cameraman.
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