And hard it was indeed.
Antifoul and lopsided 2 packed (to cover the residual embarrassment from the Strait.

Left near Nirvana Kettering for Cygnet where and when the populace are reputedly more Bohemian and their development processes less draconian.

Been in Hobart too long and I will be back here when it gets cold.
Have always wanted to go to Antarctica and it occurs to me that Hobart's roaring forties latitude puts me halfway there.
I have not fitted my diesel heater as yet but I do want to see that newly called iceberg that is supposed to be half the size of Tasmania.
Anybody who thinks this idea is a tad ordinary by all means leave comments.

So good to have arrived at last.

What an eerily brilliant day. Northeaster started as I left St Helens, died as I arrived at Wine glass ahead of time. No problems, no issues, no breakdowns (I sometimes lack confidence in Galatea but not nearly as much as she lacks confidence in me!)
Looking forward to tonight's full moon.

Will probably soon be out of mobile range.
Quick pleasant run averaging almost 6 knots. Not bad for a Clansman