Wednesday 27 Oct
To go or not to go, that is the question. Whether it be nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous expectations (if we can’t get shelter). Or to stand fast and weather the storm (where we are). Not quite William Shakespeare, more like John Shakespear (the guy that lived at the end of our street)
We are wanting to head south to Lady Musgrave but there is a southerly coming. Do we set off ahead of the southerly and take shelter on the mainland, in a river that looks to give shelter, or do we sit tight and weather the winds at Great Keppel, then head off to Musgrave.
Most of the 45 boats in the bay have made a run for it. Possibly getting as far south before the southerly kicks in.
Fish for dinner again tonight. Caught by Lydia, filleted by Andrew, cooked by Sue and eaten by all.
You will all want beef by the time you get back, meanwhile we drool for fresh fish.