7/5/94 - 3/9/99

The story behind our stay in St.Martin although complicated is well worth the telling, so here goes; We met a couple of yachties in Arguineguin, Gran Canaria; Dave and Nancy to be precise on their yacht "Janeve". We got on very well and were all heading in the same direction i.e. The Caribbean. Our departure date from Arguineguin was the same and we agreed to meet up in Grenada and spend Xmas/New year together, so off we went to Barbados and then to Grenada and no sign of "Janeve" we tried on the vhf and ssb  radio to contact other yachts who made the Atlantic crossing at the same time to see if they had any news but to no avail. So turn the clock forward six months and we are in Antigua after cruising the Windwards and Leewards and by now very broke... We had just enough money to buy provisions and fuel to get back to the U.K. and nothing else in reserve. Because of this state of affairs we decided to sail to St.Martin (duty free island) to buy our tobacco for the trip to England. We were now fully fueled, watered and provisioned and leaving St.Martin in the morning bound for the Azores en route to England. As we had Seven U.S. Dollars to our name we decided to have a splurge and go ashore for our last happy hour drinks in the Caribbean. We got back to Kamouraska to find a note stuck on our companionway from a third party saying "Hi hope all is well Dave and Nancy are in the Lagoon, come and say hello". And it is all down to our postponing leaving St.Martin until the day after that we didn't in fact leave until nearly five and a half years later Phew!!!!!!!!
Obviously jobs were now urgently needed and I spent our first year working for "Sunsail" as a yacht technician, Kerry meanwhile had started as a barmaid at "Davids" in Marigot, on the French side of the island. It was here that we met Chris Coombs, Lee Hallam, Danny Silcock and the boys from Red Stripe Beer. Things would never be the same again.

The evening reception was a great party at "Le Pub" and we were lucky enough to get Bankie Banx to play for us.

Much more was to happen in St. Martin, most good, but some tragic