Ok, so after all that handwringing I shared with you as to 'what to do', finally, I 'went with the gut' and did none of them.

230 AM: the alarm sounds, dutifully I got out of bed ready for the 90 mile dash, only to find ...its raining. Lord...add that to this already complicated mix! Went back to bed.

7 AM: winds had lessened a little, rain had stopped - quickly put all in gear, hauled up the anchor and sailed away....but to where?

Hadnt decided yet. I knew that there were two little 'islets' about 40 miles to the north. But the book said: "...secure but thoroughly miserable anchorage". Hmmm thats not good. Ok, well then lets sail right by and have a look. Five hours later...sailed right by, had a look and...well, it wasnt that bad - didnt seem any worse than some of the others - threw the anchor down - 25 knots wind - it held and here I am hoping that come first light tomorrow, I am as approving of my gut as I am now.

Incidentally, we have only 50 miles to the top of Australia!