5am. Master berth,
Quinita.
What’s the weather forecast?
NW 20-25 with 3 metre seas.
Let’s go back to sleep.
Good Idea!
We rose at 9am, and putzed around the boat. By 10am the updated forecast was looking good
for a departure tomorrow – (where have we heard that before).
We’ve docked a lot on rough walls in fishing harbours this
season, and are always careful to protect our lines against chafe. We’re not so concerned when docking on
floating docks, but we should be. We
were sitting on the boat, the wind was still blowing strongly and we heard a
bang. Our bow line had parted and the
bow of the boat was swinging out, held only by the spring line, which was now
under great strain. We retied the bow
line and realized that the mooring posts, were rusty and rough enough to chafe
through our lines. This time we added
chafe protection. Thank goodness the
line didn’t part in the middle of the night.
Lesson learned!
We went for a short walk to the disused airfield in the
afternoon and found a great blueberry spot where we picked container number
5. On our returned to the boat we were
just in time to see the ferry having a very hard time unloading a camper onto a
narrow wharf. Greg and Perry (on Sukha)
arrived while the fun was going on and docked opposite us.
Living on a small boat, particularly in remote locations
often necessitates a certain inventiveness when preparing meals, depending on
what food is available. Teresa excelled
herself with a delicious dessert of fresh blueberries over oatmeal cookies topped
with Baileys Irish Cream!
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