Sue here:

We did slide round the bays.  

It is a wonderful sailing area, lots of little coves, we spent a couple of hours in Gocok, a lovely little town, and it has expanded since our visit last year (don’t know if that’s good or bad), lots of sailing charter fleets based out of here.   

John had a hair cut, and his nose and ear hairs trimmed and singed.   He said they light what looks like a cotton bud, and shove it up your nostrils and into your ears.

The idea after lunch was to look for a nice anchorage, chill and eat on the boat in the evening.  

hat was the plan, problem is the water is so deep right up to the shoreline, that there are not too many anchorages, and where it is shallow enough to anchor it appears that enterprising locals have put in a rickety jetty and build a very rough wooden restaurant.  

We tried anchoring in two different bays, dropping the anchor and then taking a stern line ashore to fix to a tree or whatever, trouble was the ground was sand, shale and rock, and we could’nt get the anchor to bite.    By now our lazy afternoon was fast disappearing and we were hot, tired and bad tempered.   

We decided on one final attempt in the bay we had been in the previous night.   If that did’nt work we would have to tie up a a restaurant jetty and have another dinner out.    It took a couple attempts at anchoring and we finally held, used the dingy to push the boat round, and then John hooned ashore to tie us up.  

Success, but it was now 6.30 pm and we had been trying to anchor for the last 3 hours or so.   We just managed a quick swim, which did wonders for our tempers, before the gin came out.  

It actually turned out to be a magical night, the sort that we are now getting phone calls replying to our messages left last night telling everyone what a wonderful time we were having.   (We can’t remember making any calls).

I’m now settling into the boat, and getting over my homesickness, which I get every time I leave home to go sailing.   Everything seems to be working on the boat.   Yesterday when we couldn’t get the boat settled, I did have a real strop on, threatened to go home, and gave poor old John a real hard time, but hey, that’s what boys are for.

Arn't they?