At anchor Hudsons Bay
I had planned on continuing on my way yesterday, I had stowed Sylph's trusty little tender on deck (it has served me well over the past ten years), departed the Brighton Yacht Club as planned when a couple of hours later, drifting in the windless Port Phillip, I became more than subtly aware that I was not happy. I pondered my emotions and after a short deliberation decided to turn back. I am now at anchor in Hobsons Bay; I think I have to make an important decision about my future – not easy.
All is well.