Not me tacking up a shipping lane
Arose early with renewed vigour, somewhat of a pep in our collective step, and decided to head off before breakfast and before even coffee. With the current behind us our tacking angles were looking more like 70 degree gybes but I assure you the AWA was sub 30. Looking at the tracks made me personally nautically aroused as did the tall ship we took to starboard before, as happens far too often I’ve found whilst sailing, being unable to moor at our pre organised moorage.
We radioed in and enquired if we could anchor at the anchorage seems as though we couldn’t moor at the moorage. Unfortunately that also was a no so we sailed south for 3 miles to a dock we heard we could dock at. This turned out to be ok and now we’re having lunch.
•