Daylight again, thank God.  The southerly really kicked in overnight and I’ve been up since around 2AM, watching us stagger around our anchor like a pissed cockroach.  A 20 to 25 knot breeze would not normally worry me, but we’re anchored in a hole the size of a tea cup, with a sandbank down wind and moored vessels, including the 100ft+ Lady Musgrave cruise boat, everywhere.  To make matters worse, it was low tide just after midnight.  On the flood, the current and wind pushed us in opposite directions, with the strength of the wind dictating which way we would swing.  Of course, all the neighbouring vessels are affected differently, so there is no way to predict which direction any of them will swing.

The tide turned again at 6AM, so now everything’s fairly steady.  Everything looks better in bright sunlight anyway!

1770 Anchorage Screen Shot