When the tide is right, or wrong, Prickly Bay can be one of the rolliest bays in existence, and since we planned to spend time in Granada, we decided to move east to Clarks Court Bay, also known as Woburn Bay, where the water is well protected with little or no roll. Following a cruising friend’s advice, we anchored in a little cove opposite the Hog Island anchorage, just to the east of the bridge connecting Hog Island to the Big Island. Here we were able to catch all the breeze with absolutely no roll whatsoever. While anchored in this cove for more than two weeks we never ran our engine other then to heat water.
In Clarks Court Bay, we reconnected with our good friends Pat and Darnell aboard their Pearson 424, “Island Dream”, (we met them on the way to Guatemala in 2008) and we hoped to spend a good part of the season in company with this wonderful couple. They introduced us to a few folks they’d already met, and we easily fit into the Grenadian way of life, one of smiles, friendship, and good times.
At the head of Clarks Court Bay is the Clarks Court Bay Marina where Pat and Darnell were docked to carry out a number of repairs to their boat. We joined them there for Burger Night, Potluck, laundry days, and shopping days. Shopping day was an all day long adventure with “Shademan” as our taxi driver, and for the total cost of $10 EC, or about $5 US apiece, we went to the bank for cash, Ace Hardware, Budget Marine, Island Water World, the shopping mall, the bulk food mart, and a gourmet meat market. By the end of the day, we were shopped out!
Directly across the bay from us is the Whisper Cove Marina, a small marina catering to French speaking cruisers, and home to the best fresh meat and fish market in all of Grenada. I zipped across in the dinghy several times to pick up fresh food and fresh baked bread. This little marina was quite a find and became our favorite source for fresh goods.
On Friday February 7, 2014, the island celebrated its 40th Independence Day from the United Kingdom, and we took pleasure joining them in this celebration. For us, and for them, each day is a treasure to be enjoyed.
Just ahead of us the big tugboat “Flying Buzzard” was anchored. We’ll see this tug later in our travels and tell you more then. Much too soon, we readied the Angel planning our departure for