Yesterday, we tied to the fuel dock, filled with fuel and water and guys there asked where we were from. We told them Hobart and they said 'Oh cool, you've come up for the Grand Prix'. Ignorance set in 'What Grand Prix?' 'THE Sailing Grand Prix. It's on this afternoon'. We beetled back to our mooring and low and behold we were one of the first moored yachts right near the start gates. Pays to be ignorant sometimes. Very soon every yacht in Sydney and surrounds, great and small, rich and not so rich turned up jostling for a good view while we sat smugly on our mooring. Not budging for a anyone. Hours later the performers, ie the fast foiling fifties (not toilets as my telephone spellcheck insisted on writing) with crews turned up and they were impressive indeed. France, China, Japan,Australia, USA and GB sporting fabulously colored sails. Japan's sails being the most artistic in my opinion, with the rising sun turning into a wave. Winds were light, but they were soon tearing off at breakneck speed and up on foils. Japan cleaned up the lot on the first race. Great to watch but it was difficult to see exactly what was happening until they came closer and through the gates at the end of the race. Entertainment over and we had to endure endless wash from departing yachts. There is always a price to pay.

Today was a gorgeous day which we spent with my sister, Fo and her family. It was certainly a joy to catch up. Doyle's fish and chips in the park went down very well.

We have actually had enough of other yachts and ferries wash causing rocking when we want to rest. Subsequently we have left busy Sydney Harbour for The Spit, and are on a courtesy mooring in a quiet, non rocky spot.

Catch you tomorrow. Ginni and John.