Twenty four hours later and dear ‘ole Bob is still out on duty. Very steep waves, lots of strong winds and therefore I have no desire to get him back in yet. While it is noisy and a tad unncomfortable being throttled by goodness-knows-how-many tonnes of crashing wave,while swinging on the anchor, I would need to row across the seastate towards the beach should I bring him in. And I fear a roly poly might ensue in such cirrcumstances. So, I’m waiting until it backs to have more East and less South in it’s bite. Meanwhile, Bob is doing a pretty good job at reducing the collateral to the North. And I am conducting some detailed studies of the back of my eyelids and listening to a spot of music. Not my favourite way to spend my time out here but it’s safer than being outside and it mens I have less ground to pull back to the South.
From tantalisingly close to the 60s,
S, D & Bob x x x
(and some monster waves, who also send their salty, excitable regards)