Position: At anchor Abra Lecky’s Retreat
This morning I dragged myself out of bed to receive the morning weather fax then pored over the chicken entrails, peered outside into the gloom, tapped the barometer a few times, and vacillated. “OK,” I thought, “it doesn’t look too bad, let’s go“, but the truth was I didn’t like the look of the weather fax, a front was just about to pass through and another was due late in the day. The density of the isobars didn’t look too bad but the passage of a cold front is never fun, especially around here. Then we some gusts hit us and it started to rain, this was more then enough to change my mind and have me crawl back into the bunk alongside BC for a while longer. I think yesterday’s sail took more out of me than I realized.
I have continued to vacillate in the subjunctive mode through the day , “Maybe we should have gone, it doesn’t look too bad really“, or “Gee, that was a bit of a gust, I’m glad we stayed at anchor.”
In the end we’ve had a pretty relaxing day, and got some minor chores done; I adjusted the shorelines to better suit the winds that we are experiencing, topped up water tanks from a nearby stream, and continued tracking down a minor but irritating electrical fault -still not solved but I have eliminated a good length of the cable run as a source of the problem but ceased pursuing it when the next step was to crawl in under the cockpit, I will leave that for a day when it isn‘t raining.
Tomorrow should be a better day, the cold fronts should be well past us and leave a fresh nor’ westerly in their wake, which with luck will ease and back into the southwest later. As ever we shall have to wait and see what tomorrow brings.
All is well.
Yes a quiet and peaceful day, thank goodness, and one in which the mantra continues - heater, tuna, heater, tuna, heater, tuna, meowargh! I have picketed the galley for much of the day, in between other important activities, it has brought no results so far. I had best renew my strength for the next assault … zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.