What's rolly going on?

Contented Cat people - Steve and Leanne

B1, man of mystery

KG's for breakfast that's something to purrr about

After a sumptuous breakfast with everyone on board, feasting on the Blokes' 7 KG's - the General advises that this is fisherspeak for King George Whiting, everyone got a bit excited about some fishing in the afternoon. Our remaining prawn bait was shared about and Leanne even attached her dinghy to ours so she could fish over OUR golden sandy patch. Disappointment was all that was on offer. We are now fussy eaters/fishers - what do we want with a single herring, wrasse or some bright pink thing? They all got released to continue their fishy lives. We cheered ourselves up by convening for fivers and curry.

The day had been very, very rolly at Little Boat Harbour albeit not windy. The far off beach was a car park of 4 wheel drives assembled to enjoy NY day. We wondered how anyone could actually get out of their vehicles it looked so tightly packed. We were amused to observe a Winebago style vehicle creep down the steep dirt track approach, stop at a lookout point and then decide to attempt joining the throng. Half way down they lost their bottle and reversed back up the hill and beat a strategic retreat. We are easily amused.
Dinner conversation rehashed weather forecasts, predictions and readings of the Western Australian Cruising Guide. Our expectations based on descriptions of anchorages had proved illfounded. "Rolly". What does it mean? Rolly as compared to...? Rolly for whom? Let's look for somewhere less rolly even is there is no scale equivalent to a Beaufort or Richter Scale. Little Boat Harbour had lost its charm.
Back at the boat after dark it just got worse. We decided to sleep in the saloon instead of our cabin to escape some of the hull slap. But wait, now some really strange noises. Heck! The Bloke was on deck quick smart. He's got quite a bit more nimble since leaving his desk job. Flash lights looking, looking, looking into the darkness. No moon. The only light coming from everyone's anchor lights. The cats are further out and together resting facing in the opposite direction to us. What the?? and those strange noises.... well they were the anchor buoy slapping one side of the hull and our dinghy pushed up against our hull at midships instead of streaming behind us. With our deck light on (no amps spared on this occasion) we could see our pennants sagging limply from the burgee halyard. We were sitting in a pocket of ABSOLUTELY NO WIND doing a "Quindalup shuffle" drifting around the clock with no particular place to point and rolling around like drunken sailors in the swells curling around the point.
Pah! Morning would not come fast enough. We'll shelter from the predicted coming SW 30 knot winds in Bremer Bay just the other side of the headland and sample another anchorage, not caring if it's "rolly", it's got to be less rolly than this!