Position: 34 25.25 S 150 54.33 E
The wind continued fair and we enjoyed a pleasant sail for the remainder of the day. Oli performed his duties as acting ship’s cat admirably, sleeping contentedly on the starboard settee as Sylph wended her way between the five islets off Port Kembla, dodged a fishing boat surrounded by hungry pelicans as it hauled its nets, then rounded Flagstaff Point. Here I disconnected the wind vane, furled the jib and started the engine. Sylph coasted in through the breakwater entrance, the main tumbled down and we drifted onto the visitor’s mooring. I walked forward, collected the boat hook, leaned over the bow and picked up the mooring rope, hooking it over the samson post. I looked ashore and there was Kate on the end of the jetty, with several bags full of lovely victuals to resupply Sylph’s diminishing stores.
All is well.