After finishing up at Craig’s last night, at goodness knows what hour, we returned to the yacht without incident. A few drinks can either help or hinder a tricky dinghy boarding in the wee hours of the morning. In this case it must have helped as we don’t remember any of it. We had a day of rest on the boat, before enjoying some sun-downers on board with Craig who paddled out in his Kayak. He loved Luckyfish. Especially the big open deck spaces which were heaven to a fisherman. We chatted about his charter business, the specialised tourists that visit the island and how difficult it is for visitors to get here. The RAF plane out of Brize Norton in Oxfordshire runs at random times. You can book one of the few civilian seats on it, pay a small fortune, only to find that the date you will actually fly is completely in the hands of the RAF. To be expected I guess. Once here though, you are treated to the best Tuna fishing and spearfishing in the world. And some of the best hospitality too.