We sailed into Portsmouth still a little glum from losing our entire reel of fishing line when we snagged Seabird on our way in. Still, we were a little cheered by the fact that we'd finally caught something.
After we settled in we realized we were smack dab in front of the noisiest bar on the beach - and it was Friday night - so we pulled up the anchor and moved to a more peaceful spot. Out of the noise, but not out of the roll. Another north swell tracked down into the island chain and we rolled along with everyone else in the anchorage.
|Clearing in on the weekend means overtime...|
|Even the customs office has pineapples growing out in the front garden.|
|Skinny pig... perhaps trying to avoid becoming a meal for someone?|
|Expert bird call imitator and excellent trail tender|