Day at the beach for the girls, Yanni’s off fishing, and I decide to walk around the island. It’s strangely beautiful, and some of the friendliest people I’ve ever met. Herm was quaint, Sark lovely – but touristy, Guernsey nice, Jersey too much like what we left behind; but Alderney is without a doubt my favourite Channel Island. So much so that I use Evita’s injury as a pretext to stay another day. Another day of more of the same. That holiday feeling is with us still. I have lost all track of time.

Back on board the lifeboat crew come alongside to check on Evita. We exchanged jokes for a few minutes, thanked them for everything and gave them a bottle.