Sunday 11 September
A beautiful warm sunny still day, marred only by the number of boat owners who were of the same opinion and decided ‘our’ quiet anchorage was the perfect place to spend it. Inevitably chaos ensued when a departing motor boat tripped the anchor of a small yacht lying close to us, who promptly drifted our way with her crew oblivious. 
Fortunately, my Mate was in the cockpit and able to take swift fendering action to prevent any lasting damage. It sounded like it didn’t do the other boat’s nerves much good, though.
A very relaxed seal, resident of these parts, was admired by visitors in canoes and tenders. Later, as calm was restored, Mate swam and enjoyed an alfresco shower on the back step, before another lovely sunset.