BVI Sailing Adventures: Magical Savannah Bay, Anegada’s Stunning Beaches.

BVI Sailing Adventures: Magical Savannah Bay, Anegada’s Stunning Beaches & Conch Island Wonders in the British Virgin Islands

Darlings, grab your favourite sun hat and a very large glass of something cold, because we’ve officially traded the lively chaos of St. Maarten for the dreamy, turquoise embrace of the BVI. And oh my goodness, what a ride it was.

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We set off for an overnight sail to the British Virgin Islands, aiming to drop anchor at St. Thomas Bay around 6 a.m. like proper, organised sailors. The wind and current, however, clearly thought that was far too sensible and decided we should arrive fashionably late at 9 a.m. instead. No matter—we made it! Our friends on Infinity of Yar (the undisputed King and Queen of Cowes) had beaten us by a cheeky hour, so as soon as our anchor was down, Ian and Giles dinghied off to customs while I waved like a slightly delirious lighthouse keeper.

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Customs sorted, we promptly lifted anchor again and motored over to Savannah Bay a hidden gem where chartered boats are politely told “not today, thank you.” The navigation is tricky thanks to a generous scattering of reefs, but once you’re in… oh, it’s pure magic. Quiet, serene, and the water is that impossible, glowing blue that makes you feel like you’ve accidentally sailed into a screensaver. We stayed two glorious nights: one to recover from the overnight sail (read: nap like our lives depended on it), and the second simply because we couldn’t bear to leave. Beach time, swimming, Ian deploying every water toy he owns bliss.

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With friends flying in just over a week later, we decided not to gobble up too many BVI treasures without them. So we pointed the bows toward Anegada, the only coral atoll in the BVI, and turned the sail into a friendly race with Infinity. We even got a cheeky head start… which lasted approximately twelve minutes before they breezed past us. Of course they did. They are, after all, the King and Queen of Cowes. We laughed, shook our fists dramatically, and carried on.

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Anegada is like nowhere else low lying, dreamy, and nicknamed the “drowned island” because its highest point is a mere 28 feet above sea level. It’s famous for its blinding white-sand beaches (Cow Wreck Beach, Loblolly Bay), the spectacular Horseshoe Reef (a snorkeler’s paradise), and the endangered Anegada rock iguanas that look like tiny dinosaurs on a very relaxed holiday.

We dropped anchor, dinghied ashore, and immediately booked a rental car for the next day (options included golf carts and Vespas—very tempting). Then it was straight to Potters Bar and Lobster House for drinks, a suspicious amount of dancing, and a very merry atmosphere before heading to Infinity for dinner. We eventually toddled back to our boat hoping for a peaceful night’s sleep. Alas, it was peak charter season. Every boat in the bay had its generator chugging away to keep the air-conditioning on full blast. I spent the night mentally composing strongly worded letters to charter companies about the virtues of quiet fans. The joy of charter boats, indeed.

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Next morning, slightly bleary eyed we picked up our car and set off to explore. Lunch at Sid’s Potato Point (highly recommend), cold drinks at Cow Wreck Beach while staring at the most glorious view, a lovely beach walk.

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Then up to the Flamingo Pond lookout. I was beside myself with excitement… only to discover the flamingos were playing hard to get at the far end of the pond. Still, I spotted them through binoculars and felt like David Attenborough for a solid thirty seconds.

We also visited the beached whale skeleton (enormous!), which locals have turned into a sweet little educational display about whales. Then ice cream at Loblolly Bay followed by another short beach stroll because apparently we can’t go five minutes without stepping onto sand.

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Of course we had to see the famous Conch Island a man-made island created over years from discarded conch shells after fishing. It’s strangely beautiful and very Instagrammable. We also posed at the classic Anegada sign before returning the car (obviously with a photo).

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Our final evening was spent at Wonky Dog devouring the juiciest lobster imaginable. The absolute highlight? Our server had just returned to Anegada after travelling… from Iceland. An Icelandic girl sailing the world meets a Caribbean local who’s visited Iceland. The world is tiny and completely bonkers and I love it.

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And that, my loves, was Anegada. Now it’s time to wave goodbye, have (fingers crossed) one decent night’s sleep, and set sail back toward the main BVI islands to prepare for our incoming friends. The next chapter is about to get even more crowded, noisy, and wonderful.

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What about you? Ever sailed to Anegada? Danced at Potters? Tried to spot flamingos through binoculars while slightly hungover? Tell me everything in the comments—I’m desperate for your stories!

Until next time, stay salty and keep the rum flowing. 💙⛵🐚

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