The Picaroon Blog

Byline: Pip

Sunday was a gorgeous day for a sail, at least once the morning damp cleared up. Sunny, high 70's, south-westerly winds at a steady 10 knots. Perfect.

Even more perfect: the outboard started first time every time (with make-it-start spray, but we'll let that one go); we didn't hit, or nearly hit, anything; nothing broke and at no point were we even slightly uncomfortable.

Even better than that, we had marvelous company, in the delectable shape of Maggie and Jeff, who were taking a break from their hectic schedules to grace us with their presence. To further awesomnify (real word, Google it) the day, we had L de Lyeth Cabernet, and El Rey Del Mundo (king o' the world!) cigar.

So. Yums all round.

Well, except for Jeff, obviously. I mean, nice guy and all that but not my type, I guess.

Anyway, for what I think is only the second time this year, we sailed out into the open Bay. We haven't really done this for two reasons: until we had had a reliable (heh) engine, we didn't want to stray too far from home, and we've been having far too much fun pottering around the river.

It was a whole lot of fun, and Jeff got to take the tiller for a bit without hitting anything too expensive.

At anchor, HB grilled up some lamb kebabs and we chilled out until dusk when we steamed home (I know, crazy with the functional engine thing yeah?).