At first light I scanned the beach with my binoculars and quickly spotted
Sylph’s dinghy bobbing around in the small waves running along the
shoreline. I considered my options to recover it. I was too far away to
swim from where we were currently at anchor, and I wasn’t real keen on that
idea anyway as the water temperature was a tad on the cold side. I could
perhaps call for some assistance from the Royal Melbourne Yacht Club which
is situated at St Kilda, but my pride and independence put a big deterrent
on that option. The best option seemed to be to bring Sylph alongside the
pier and then walk around to where the dinghy was bobbing on the beach, row
back to Sylph, then proceed back to anchor. And this is what I ended up
doing, incident free, apart from nearly side swiping one of the piles that
have just been put in for the new marina that is being built here.
After recovering Sylph’s robust little dinghy, that has been through so much
with me, we went back to anchor. But I soon decided I was unhappy with
staying at St Kilda. Rain squalls were coming through and Sylph was tugging
at her anchor chain in a very uncomfortable manner. So I heaved in the
anchor, hoisted the mainsail, set the jib and laid a course for Hobsons Bay,
where we have now settled. As if to welcome us back the rain clouds have
cleared, the sun is shining, and I can hear the reassuring little buzz of
the solar charger telling me the battery bank is full.
Maybe I will go ashore for a while, then again, maybe I will have snooze.
All is well.