Man-O-War Cay

Left Marsh Harbour on Saturday morning, with the help of a rising tide.
We slowly motored across the bank headed for the north end of Man O War Cay. When we got closer, we saw some other boats anchored near the north entrance to the harbour and tried to set the hook there. There looked to be a good spot between a catamaran and a trawler. On the bow Greg lowered the anchor, at the helm I put the engine in reverse. The idea here is to simulate the backward force of wind or current on the boat and make sure the anchor has dug in well. With very few exceptions, we catch on the first try. This time was one of those exceptions. As I added reverse power, we moved backwards. During these few moments, Greg and I look at each other, a confused scowl on our faces, then a look of surprise simultaneously washes over both of us as we mouth 'dragging?!?'. We went back, picked up the anchor, and tried again. Still no good holding there.
We moved a half mile south, and tried again. Success!
A bit of lunch, then off to explore the town. We found a great Androsia shop, Sally sews all sorts of beautiful things from fabric that is printed on nearby Andros Island. It is one of the few places I have found something locally made that didn't involve shells glued to something. Down the road is a similar shop, selling various bags made of out of sailcloth. Then to the beach, where we watched the rollers churn against the reefs offshore. We continued our trek finding a few locals to chat with, a small park and many churches.

Sunday we stayed put, as the wind picked up again. In a stroke of good luck, where we ended up finally putting down our anchor was an ideal spot. We spent a good part of the morning watching other boats move and position themselves close to us in the lee of the little cay. Reading, knitting, napping and playing were the chosen activities while we were boat bound.