Boom, boom

Another day stuck in port, with more to follow as the wrong wind blows too hard. Yes, I know, we've got an engine, but the seaway (waves) just gets too rough for comfort or safety along this coast.

Stuck for pics today, so here's a couple of the inside of our floating home in the evening. We're snugged down for the night as usual, having had dinner, phone calls made, a few hands of cards and some reading; L is reading Proust,  N is reading Penguin Collection of Short Stories Vol 1 (19th century).

After a late rising - v long day yesterday - breakfast, showers and paying the Harbourmaster took until 11am. Then we did a supermarket shop for both fresh and some tinned stores; just a 10 min walk away for a nice change. The afternoon was spent wrestling with the boom, trying to recover the end of the broken reefing line which had disappeared inside. We could see it but we couldn't hook it, despite various Heath Robinson creations and much verbal 'coaxing'. Most frustrating.  The solution is to take the boom off, turn it vertical and shake the damn thing out; that's too big a job for out here. So for now we'll live with no first reef unless we tie it down the old-fashioned way.

That's all for tonight, folks.