I had been out the previous 3 days, and the forecast was for a light airs day, but I figured I should get out while I could. As the subsequent week of gales and rain has demonstrated, that was not a bad idea.
Oz and I rowed over to the little Williamstown Anglers harbour.
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I thought maybe I could get a coffee, but the rotunda kiosk has a big sign saying $20 minimum eftpos, so no coffee for me. We headed back out after a leg stretch and brief mutiny from Ozzie who decided he would rather go off with the chap who had two nice blue heelers.
We rowed out to the yellow pipeline buoy, then drifted for a while. Oz decided he would like to sit right up under the dodger canopy again, and I tried sitting in the space forward of the thwart, which is not super roomy, but relatively sheltered.
I was supposed to be going to Paynesville with the Wooden Boat Association over this long weekend, but Maggie the cat was attacked by the dog next door, with much drama, vet visiting, and anxious cat watching to follow. She seems to have recovered so no serious harm done, but I could not imagine heading off and leaving her and Anne. As it turned out, it has not been a great weekend weather wise, so I must confess that I am secretly not too unhappy to have missed. But that makes me wonder if I have just run out of going away energy. The urge to just potter round at home is very strong. Which in turn makes me wonder how I am going to go being away 2 weeks next year with Tawe Nunnugah. I think I had better try and make some practice trips before then.
