After a magnificent run of weather we have ground to a halt in Dartmouth. I'm thinking of giving the marina a direct link to my bank account as currently it feels as though I am their main income stream. My good natured crew are patiently reading books as I survey the damp misty windswept river. I have paid over a large sum of money to be told the autopilot is working correctly; this remains to be seen. I've mended an oil leak on the engine. I might have to start polishing the hull soon, it's getting that serious. We got up at six this morning, hoping to break out to Plymouth, but the weather gods have determined I have had my ration of good fortune for the time being. Ah we'll, another coffee and perhaps I'll have a read.