Fog and calm

Yesterday morning we awoke to thick damp fog. I had arranged to meet Andrew and Gerard at Werribee South,  so despite the temptation to stay in bed, we got organized and on the road. It was clearing but still grey when we got the boat rigged and launched.

We motored out, and ghosted around, waiting for Gerard and Andrew to tack out. The current was noticeable, especially when the wind eased. It was chilly. Poor Ozzie started shivering. Anne wrapped him in the emergency blanket and he looked much happier.

Anne had cooked a delicious quiche, and we pottered along in the sun,which at last had broken through, eating quiche and drinking tea from the thermos. Anne read her book, I steered us around in a few lazy, erratic loops. Gerard took a nice photo of us.

We sailed back to the dock, managing not to hit anything too hard, and got home safely.

I took a lot of photos and video, but most of it was rubbish, blurry, jerky, or dull. But I cobbled a short video, and tried using narration to make it sort of meaningful. A lot to be learned, but here it is