Royal Yacht Club of Victoria
Yesterday, with south-westerly winds in the offing and Hobson’s Bay being exposed to that quadrant, we decided to move alongside the Royal Yacht Club of Victoria which, despite its royalty, is a friendly club that makes visiting yachts feel welcome no matter their humble status. We will make this our base for the weekend to facilitate the gathering of the clan and our birth celebrations.
For now, Kate has donned her mac (not a computer) and gone into the city to check out the shops (or was that the culture?), I am working on a philosophy essay (well, I’m about to get back to it); and The Cat is sleeping. The diesel heater burbles warmth.
All is well.