29 November 2011

As the sun descends over green, sheep strewn hills and the Bay of Islands recedes behind our transom, we bid a fond farewell to Port Opua, our many friends there and the meanest sand flies in the solar system. An overnight sail (this expression may be a tad optimistic as wind is currently on the bow and forecast to shift with us as we turn from NE to SE passing Cape Brett) may allow arrival Port Fitzroy mid-morning (that optimism thing again) for a couple of days before continuing Auckland to work - Jan at Brightside hospital to keep me in the manner and me on the boat to approach the same objective from a different angle (it's all about me).

- Later

Strangely enough, weather weasels got this one right as wind direction takes its cues from our pointy end. Suppose it would be too much to ask for rest of forecast, sending wind on around to SW during the night thus allowing sailing toward destination, to transpire... right.

- Later still

Latest GRIB (Glib Reprehensibly Indefensible Balderdash) now shows wind remaining south and east and increasing above 20!!! What's that all about? Where did approaching high go? Why weren't we consulted? Had been benignly beating upwind in no particular hurry, but decided (given off chance silly report is within hailing distance of reality) on squandering some petroleum to minimize potential abuse. Tonight, no nappy for Cappy.

Jack