L'Eau Commotion Westabout

As a boy of 5 one of my favourite haunts was Manly pier less than a kilometre from our upstairs flat. The attractions seemed endless. The great Manly ferries, quite a few of them steamers, would come silently in and then almost at the last moment the astern signal would come down from the bridge and with a thunder of power and throbbing of the twin screws a great surge of white water would hit the big wooden baffles. On these baffles would be quite a team of young lads ready for the stream of trippers who, by custom would toss in coins, sometimes as much as a shilling. The greatest kudos was reserved for the larrikin who could hold his mates back till the coin was nearly at the bottom and then surface to the cheers of the applauding crowd holding aloft a prize that could buy four ice creams.
But on the adjacent amusement pier was what I really wanted. There in a pool up on the jetty were Dodgem boats. Just like the current Dodgem cars they were little boats with an overhead electric mast and my dream was to be in command of my very own boat albeit only for 10 minutes. No amount of pleading to my father would grant me this wish as he dismissed them as toys. Dad did take us all out in a rowboat but it just wasn't the same as being the captain.
Well a lot of water has passed under the keel since then and here I am in command of " L'EAU COMMOTION " , the name being able to translate to " WHITE WATER" in the French, playing Dodgems. In this case I am trying to dodge an area to the Northwest of a Low which I aim to centre. The winds out there are predicted to be over 50 knots and even if it means a longer trip to Hobart the quieter seas will be appreciated. I'll know in the next day or so whether my attempt is successful or if I'll be seeing more whitewater than I would really want.