It was one of those calm mornings where the surface of the water seems continuouswith the sky. "Like a giant infinity pool" Anne observed.
We spent an our ghosting along at under a knot, chasing patches of freshettes of breeze. We rafted up with Ian in Westy for a cuppa. About 11.30 the cloud suddenly burned off and the breeze filled, and we could actually sail. It was a great morning.
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