The Adventures of Captain Ray Penson
Sailing Yacht Truce
Monday morning, there was a light breeze for a change. I hopped in the dinghy and headed ashore for a walk and look around Townsville. I didn’t really see anything of significance. There were a couple of Irish Bars, I made a mental note that a pint of Guinness and some Irish grub may be a good idea in the evening.
I didn’t go ashore the first day, there was a strong wind warning and being anchored in shallow water on short scope decided to stay on board for safety. Tomorrow is another day and I feel my arm is starting to heal so another day resting will help, the orange pig can rest on deck for another day. My hope that the rolling would stop here has been shattered, but it’s only a small lazy roll unless its high water.
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.
The Adventures of Captain Ray Penson 