Being led out of Broken Bay at dawn by a handsome wooden yacht named 'Seawife'.
Lying bastards dot com sucked us in again with an attractive forecast but the weather was having none of it and we finished up with 5-8
knots of breeze that visited us from every direction possible. The sea
state was just as disorganised and made for a disgusting motor-sail up
the coast with only the headsail up. We became very excited for about 20
minutes and deployed the mainsail. The wind had chirped up to 12knots
and the sea state immediately improved but alas that died off as quickly
as it came and we were back to switching tacks to accommodate the fluky
wind directions. Only the 7 or 8 tankers anchored at 1nm intervals from the entrance to Lake Macquarie upwards to Newcastle, were pointing in the forecast direction. The Winch Bitch (me) got a proper workout, but
to be fair, The Bloke helped out too. It became very evident that we are
not 'match fit', so our 8 hour shift became a bit of a slog. We did however, put a new line on our map.
Nobby's Head at the entrance to the Hunter River.
Hello Newcastle!
A port channel marker almost like a Mum, hands on hips, wondering when you'll come in for tea.
Approach to Newcastle up the river. Apartments, hotels, alfresco dinning, paths and civic art.
A welcoming sight.
Goody! There's a pen in there somewhere that's going to be 'home' for the week!
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