Another uncomfortable night where it seemed I got up every hour as I thought we were dragging – we weren’t and the anchor alarm hadn’t gone off either so I was just imagining things.

It was good to get going, it seemed like everyone had the same idea and an armada of boats all left about the same time taking advantage of the winds. They all had had enough of the rolly anchorage. With the swell behind us the wind was quite strong, up to 18 knts most of the day.

We hoisted the main and jib and hooted along all morning getting up to 14.9 knts at one stage. The waves looked high behind Ovive washing the duckboard and the bottom of the dinghy at times.

The sail and it was a sail for a change was quite boisterous. I could only manage cooking porridge for breakfast, nothing fancy as even with a seasick tablet it was rough down below.

Small black dolphins surfed our bows and had a super time. You think we would hit them, but they are very fast and nimble.

The weather was overcast and the wind made it quite cool in the cockpit. Morgan and I snuggled under a blanket.

We came into the lee of Scawfell at 2:30, it was a much quicker trip than expected but getting the sail down in changing gusts of wind was challenging. Finding a place to anchor was also tricky as all the spots close in were occupied with other boats who had either left earlier or were there from the day before. In the end we anchored of the coral on the eastern side of the bay.

After tidying the ropes etc we dropped a line over and being close to the coral were expecting fish however we only had weed coming up on our hooks so we gave up. Wayne over the other side of the bay caught a giant trevally.

We dined that evening on coral trout, wedges and salad, very tasty.