I went to bed last night thinking about this being our last leg and how incredible that seems. By the end of today, we'll be in Yarmouth, ME at Yankee Marina where Skylark will be hauled and on the hard within a week or so. Then I had a terrible thought that if something was to go wrong and we didn't make it I might not be able to cope. I am exaggerating of course. I always cope. But I promise I wouldn't be happy! I believe we'll arrive without incident but remember what I said recently about expectations? How it makes fools out of those who have them? I am, this early morning, risking being a fool because I fully expect to have Skylark tied to a dock in Yarmouth by late afternoon. Fingers crossed.