I awoke early the next morning to find only a slight improvement in my injured arm.  This is frustrating, I am fed up with looking at the shore and going nowhere.  Resting here isn’t working.  The thought of spending another day on the boat in confinement was depressing.  I can’t rest and unable to get ashore.  As much as I wanted to spend some time in the Whitsundays it isn’t going to happen.  I must admit to feeling a bit woeful.  I gave myself a stern talking to, pulled myself together and am now looking at the positives again.  A new plan was called for.