The Pie Rat deserts a sinking town
08 November 2020 | Sorrento
Steve Leicester | Weather: perfect by day, shit by night
53 years after the old girl presented (Sir) Alec Rose with a pie during a stopover at Williamstown on his famous solo circumnavigation on Lively Lady I was feeling partial for a bit of Pecan myself.
Accordingly, like that famous procrastinator (Sir) Francis Drake, I put off my long awaited departure to enjoy pie with a still very lively lady. A prudent decision as those pecans sustained me for the next 2 days doing a fine job of stomping on those adrenalin butterflies as the Rip vomited Galatea out into Bass Strait.
Exited Brighton Marina at 10.30 am for Galateas Maiden voyage (with a rat fool for a captain that is)
A generally uneventful sail to Sorrento apart from blowing up a Genoa block. Not bad since I suspect Galatea hasn't gone for a sail for a year. No drama since she is pregnant with spares!
Dolphins seemingly half Galatea's length ignored her modest bow wave, instead swimming adjacent to the cockpit rolling on their sides (rolling their eyes) as they eyeballed me sarcastically.
My pie fetish prevented me from making Queenscliff according to the 8am departure in my agonised Passage Plan. So I settled for pulling a mooring off Sorrento sailing club. My gluttony for pie was punished throughout the night by 30 knot winds against the tide. Galatea obliged by showing her flanks throwing me from port to starboard in my mercifully slender bunk.
I am so ready for the infamous Rip tomorrow!