Hello from Morris Island

Another rather slow day until the sea breeze picked up about 2am. Even had to motor for an hour. Arrived by 4.30 behind a little sandy atoll, Morris Island, which has one tall palm tree and one short one and a good crop of sisal. The story is that palms and sisal were planted on these little islands for the benefit of those who might get marooned there - the long stalks of the sisal being used to get down the coconuts, and I suppose practical sailors could also make themselves some rope and maybe a bit of clothing from the sisal. On this little patch of sand the sisal has done better than the coconuts. There is a grave under one of the palm trees, no name on it, but probably someone died on a ship and was put ashore here. People have decorated the grave with various shells and choice bits of flotsam and jetsam.