We got some admiring comments and envious glances from the jetty above, and a little girl was very concerned as to how Ozzie was going to get up onto the jetty. Vincent called while we were sitting there, and he came down to join us for lunch. We got fish and chips, good at the time, perhaps not so good subsequently. But something about sailing in and having lunch made it all special.
I did feel a bit like Steve Earley who does the wonderful Log of the Spartina, which involves lots of small boat voyaging to visit locations where there is lots of eating at salty establishments.
After lunch we motored off, as it was dead calm and sheltered in Hobsons Bay. Heading out past the very end of Williamstown, we saw two dolphins, also heading out. The wind had switched round to a South Westerly, so we had a nice reach home once we passed the last cardinal mark. I said to Anne that we should be back round 3, and sure enough, we were nosing our way into the safe harbour bang on 3.00.
It was a grand day out on the water, one of the best.
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