On the way to Haiti

Granny (Edna) had fallen asleep in the cockpit on a balmy afternoon. She slipped off the seat and hit her head on the wooden frame of the companionway. I knotted her hair across the split to hold it closed, and we decided to head for the nearest anchorage in order to properly dress and stitch the cut. That is why we landed up anchoring at Ile a Vache. The wound in Grannys head had healed anyway, and stitching was not required. She was fine.