We woke to a little slop wobbling the boat as the northerly winds flicked up the surface of the Channel and ripples curved around the point. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but just enough to rouse us and we cooked up a big breakfast for our final day’s sail using the last of the eggs.
Nosing out of the Quarries we found the wind on our nose as we set a course for Middleton. We unfurled the headsail for part of the trip, but couldn’t sail all the way as we had a long way to travel and were keen to get home.
As we turned the corner into the Derwent River the huge bulk of kunanyi/Mt Wellington resumed it’s familiar profile, it’s blue bulk lurking over the city, and we knew we were almost home.
Winds were light to middling most of the way, but once we reached Taroona, where we caught up with the Saturday racing fleet, the winds strengthened to 25 knots and we furled the headsail. We watched as the fleet battled fickle conditions, with gusts causing havoc, boats rounding up and crews madly reefing mainsails and shortening headsails left and right.
We motored on steadily through the carnage, and arrived back at our berth in time to get the post-race low-down from Gary and crew on Ciao Baby II – including news that they had torn their spinnaker.
We bundled up the dirty linen and left-over food and most of our belongings and made a quick getaway, saving the hard work for Sunday, when we planned to bring reinforcements to help out! Back on land – and it didn’t even wobble too uncomfortably.
On Sunday we spent a couple of hours unloading the heavy gear – life-raft, dinghy etc – and cleaning the boat inside and out. We even had four willing helpers whom we rewarded with a trip to Bonorong Park in the afternoon.