Friday 19, 9:45

The relief of having passed through miles of shallow water - sometimes as little as 60 cm under the keel - and close enough to islands to scratch your arm on the scrub, is palpable, and we had a beer to celebrate, as I always do when I drop anchor, even though it's only nine-forty-five in the morning.

Garry's anchorage is quiet, peaceful, bushy, with the sound of cicadas (as if the bush had tinnitus!) and we are here - until the hard sou'easter comes and goes.

I'm delighted - "stoked" - to have good internet again, and I'm amazed you can get Telstra in such out-of-the-way places. That's why I'm checking in with you every 10 seconds.

PS With a boost from the tide we were doing 8.1 knots over the ground for a while!

Pic: S/V Kool Sid at Garry's Anchorage