24_06_04

Setup for a slow night of sailing. (Photo credit to &#039;Shimshal 2&#039;)

We&#039;re offshore and reading books.

Fully downwind.

Morning morning.

Iain is really bored spotting bommies.

Our torturous through through unmarked dangers.

This is a new anchoring technique.

Balls down and we have a ball up.

Just off the shallows.

The sun sinks.

Ruffian casts a shadow.

Early mornings.

The sun comes up.

Chores.

We find our own shadow.

Automatic laundry (of the manual type).

Big fishie.

Poking your head out.

They all find somewhere to hide.

About to go in.

Beach walk.

We anchor shallow.

Christmas trees.

Rig check.

Our chain &#039;floats&#039; in front of us.

There they are.

Bring out the cello.

Please clean our hull.

Shades of blue.

The anchor doesn&#039;t find sand.

All OK.

Coral, coral everywhere.

Is there a pearl in there?

Blues.

Just the most stunning location.

Forging through the forest.

Do you need rehoming?

The windward side.

Some serious beach detritus.

Our beach clean has a limited impact.