The 11th April.

  The 11th April was always a long way away and now it's along time ago. After passing through the Heads via Rye on the 12th, it was a long and tiring day and night. We ran a 4hrs on and 2hrs off watch. The Prom arrived at the same time as dawn, the daylight was a blessing, I was a little confused as to our position.

  The granite boulders at the Prom are amazing. Most can't see the graffiti on them, for those few who can read it, I am told it says God.

   A glorious day belied the weather to come, the forecast demanded a two day stay at Refuge Cove.

   The weather came and did not disappoint. The boat is dragging the anchor and needs to be moved. It all happened at once, the sequence is unclear. The anchor is on the way down, a squall hits, the motor stalled, the rain is heavy, the dinghy rope is wrapped around the prop, and the dinghy is wedged under the stern. 

    The scenario is far from perfect. Dal puts his hand up to go over the side to cut away the dinghy and clear the prop.

    Why would anyone want to do this?

17th- Off to Eden. A blurred day led into a star covered night, the stars are so rich and thick they remind me of a butterscotch sauce being drizzled over a Sunday pudding.

    I have blanked the next two days from my memory. The trip across the paddock does not need to be revisited.

    19th- Arrived Eden 3pm.      Why would anyone want to do this?