Today we were supposed to leave Edithburgh and head towards West Cape Bay but the winds weren't in our favour and, not being in a hurry for anything, we stayed the extra day moored up. This was a very good thing as I wasn't roused at the crack of far-too-early from my much needed beauty sleep by a maniacal, over enthusiastic and wide awake morning-person Dave and he didn't have to put up with a semi brain dead, zombified and definitely-not-a-morning-person me.

My plan therefore, was to spend the day drawing. A good plan indeed I thought, forgetting that in the presence of El Capitain, plans could change at the drop of an eye patch. And, true to form, that was when Dave suggested we take the dinghy into town. Uh .... what?! *groan*

That would mean pulling the dinghy alongside the boat whilst I descended a ladder into a moving object, from a moving object (after we had first lowered it and attached the engine ... not quite like driving the family car out of the garage), all with dicky knees and then going about half a kilometre across open water to the jetty. This was a manoeuvre we hadn't tried before and I was none too happy at the suggestion, particularly when he further suggested that we'd be leaving within about 15 minutes. I still had my PJ's on and wasn't quite in gear mentally when I had to try and analyse what it was he was saying. Once my brain computed the words and arranged them into sentences and images, it began its protest.... noooooooo, nuh uh. wasn't keen, not planned, do-not-want! My protests went unheeded and so I grudgingly got dressed, sun screened and packed water into a backpack. He also suggested going to the caravan park (which is really nice BTW) for a shower, so I further packed a towel and toiletries into the bag. I almost considered emergency supplies, chocolate mainly, but figured they'd only get wet if I ended up in the briny and that would be a criminal waste of good chocolate.

It was time to leave. I proffered a final warning before I took the first step down the ladder.... "If I end up in the water, I'll not be happy ... be warned!" Yeah, I give scary threats and he heeded it well.

As it turned out, I got both in and out of the boat, at both ends, with dry feet and it wasn't too bad at all. We wandered around the town looking for rope (like we don't have enough yet ... *sigh*) and had our showers and came back to the boat without incident and that's another little fear I've been forced to conquer.

The only problem I had was that the weather was quite hot and humid and I developed a dreadful headache so ended up taking pain killers and heading back to bed for a Nana nap (as is my right since I am an awesome Nana!). That put paid to the drawing but I have plenty of time. More on the 'morrow people. :)