Received an invitation to attend a roast dinner on Crispian in the evening at Clayton's.
Accepted such kind invitation,never expected what we got.
Saw that Nahani a companion vessel on my marina wing was close by on the AIS.Called up Peter and Helen to see if they would like some fish.Come over for morning coffee was the reply,we are in Moulters Inlet escaping from the fleet.
Went over at eleven and took them some fish.Had a pleasant couple of hours comparing notes about our trips.
Left and motored over to Parker Bay as Bruce and Ralph had never found Chritchley Parkers grave.
Showed them the mossy bank where you go ashore for the track.Difficult to find if you do not know where it is.Must be the most visited remote grave I know of ,the track very well worn after this season.
View from our anchorage to Clayton's Jetty.
Returned to Clayton's for the dinner evening, the small event had snowballed,there were five boats at the jetty all with their ovens going as well as the wood oven in Win's house with the vegetables,not a mean feat as it must have been one of the hottest days in Port Davey for the year,it was 38 degrees on our boat without the stove going!
Went ashore to find all this going on,the tables and chairs in the house all out side in the back yard with the circle of people getting ever larger.There were fairy lights with Molly's battery to drive them.
They did not know there was a 240 volt plug under the house for a generator.
Just at dusk we were summoned into the front room to a wonderful sight,there were two tables of roast meats and veggies with various sauces and gravies to match the various roasts.Fed at least 25 people,as usual met more of them,some with interesting stories of their lives to tell.
We even had desert.A stupendous effort by all concerned.Had another couple of hours chatting especially as my crew had played a leading role in the saving of the cottage,the mainlanders-wanted to know all we knew about Den,Win and Clyde.I was fortunate to have known them all.
The forecast pre frontal trough was hanging around by now,little squalls in the trees above us ,the stars appearing now and then discussions going on where South was deduced from the Southern Cross and the pointers.
I had intended to move over to Kings Point anchorage after dinner but seeing it was getting close to midnight and there was little wind I gave out some more chain and set the anchor alarm.I really should have moved as the bottom here is notoriously unreliable in a blow.
We were lucky this time,the wind came through about 4 am,the maximum gusts being 40 knots .There was a large sailing cat to windward of us which dragged three times before he pulled out and went well to leeward and anchored.We had an anchor watch for an hour or so and I moved my bunk up to the pilot berth till dawn.The anchor held though.The saving grace was the moon was lighting the scene up quite well.
Had about an inch of rain with the trough..
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