So, it is Sunday and I look forward to a wonderful day of long cruising through the azure; like what I would have done yesterday had I not been working.
But as fate would have it, the wind ratchets up several notches and the early morning sail is unrelaxed.
So I retreat, sit at anchor and determine to right little wrongs. I just like being on a boat. When at anchor, the rudder has to be immobilized so that it does not clatter from side to side causing trouble. I have tried several methods; the best being to use the traveller as a point of attachment.
The problem is that this method wears a groove into the tiller and this cannot be good.
I decide to wrap a band of leather around the tiller such that the groove is protected. This is great fun.
Whew, what a relief. No need to worry about the tiller. Now I worry about the mooring, which comprises two anchors in tandem.
So I do not think I need to worry about the mooring. I swim back and stop to say hello to my favorite family of Clown Fish.
I like to have a project.