In or out. That's the question of the moment.

Well, if Mother Theresa and her incompetents in the British government think they've a tough choice, try it here.

In or out? In, there's rocks, fishing boats, lobster pots and assorted other impediments to safe progress. Out, its open sea but........there's the East Australian Current.

Oh, that was great news on the way down to Tassie, whooshing south with two to three knots under you, free gratis. Now the tables are turned and it's an uphill struggle all the way.

We have a mini SSB radio Net going with Colin who left Port Stephens about eighteen hours ahead of us. Colin's strategy was kind of Soft Brexit. In during the day and Out at night, preferring sea room to the clutter of inshore in the dark hours. His Net reports of what happens Out kept us In or, as a local Cruiser said, "keeping one foot on the beach".

We gybed round every headland to follow the surf line of every bay, nimbly dodging rocks and shallows, like we were back in the kayaks rather than a biggish boat but critically staying out the grip of current.

The plan was OK during the day. In the pitch black of sliver moon nights it was a bit nerve wracking. We got little sleep and our nerves are shot.

To compound the problem. Our kettle has lost its whistle and as we followed the coastline keeping in really tight I sat at the chart table for a good ten minutes wondering how there could be stars in the sky yet it was misty...only to realise the kettle boiled dry steaming up all the windows.

Nonetheless, our strategy paid off and we took sixty miles off Colin and had an extra night in our pit.

Timing is critical as we're headed for the Southport bar and sadly, not the kind that sell beer.

Hopefully another blog will follow. How I wish we were going somewhere else this morning!