Day Eight BVI - For Old Blighty, The Flag and Prin

Rumours abound, fleets of men with trash-pickers hit the cross country roads albeit with no trash insight to pick, some ut's up. On the way to Road Town three police cars are spotted where none have been before. Then there is our beach, secret, secluded and buzzed by HRM this afternoon, the cheek! Anyway this is the beach flag, as always! It's lost it's BVI saint and her lamps in the Trade Winds and the moon shines above at her usual weird angle here in the Antilles. And we all drink our Bloody Mary's at four thirty! AS ALWAYS!