Following our spectacular anchor drag the night before, the Bloke and I were a bit twitchy about anchoring in Hopetoun. We didn't like our first selected spot. A westerly would put us in the boat-free swimming zone and it was a bit too shallow for comfort. We relocated ourselves and waited to see if everything would be fine. It was.
Later in the afternoon, we looked about for reassurance. Where is that anchor buoy? Really, this is no joke.
Where is the anchor buoy? Oh oh. It was gone. We did a 360 degree scan. OK, if it's come off where is it now? We looked to the beach and noticed a local kicking something around on the waters edge that was unmistakeably our anchor buoy. After a bit of frantic arm waiving the Bloke rapidly dropped the dinghy and rowed into shore without delay. He rowed back with his prize. The local was left in a state of shock. Because we do find it helpful and especially reassuring at night, to know where that anchor is (it has high viz tape on it) up came the anchor again for drop #3 for the day after the buoy was reattached. This time with a bowline with a bit more spare rope beyond it. We figured that it had loosened and then been knocked about by the anchor and chain dump. This time it was the Cat's turn to chuckle that someone was out seeding a crop.
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| Love to know where this little fella is |
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| Up close. Not to be mistaken for a crab pot float |
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| Aaahhhhh - flukes down, just how we like it |
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| Safe in the knowledge that the anchor was behaving - it's off to look at the seals |
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| Glassy |
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| Smile 'n waive boys, just smile 'n waive! |
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