We left on a morning of thick fog: a yacht, Solana, that left at the same time was almost invisible, its white sails and white hull blending into the white fog.

There was hardly any wind as we motored out, and the calm lasted most of the day. Occasionally there was sufficeint wind to sail, but we were too lazy to haul the sails up, knwoing they would have to come down again when the wind died once more. The visibiltiy also came and went: occasionally we could see for at least 15 miles and occasionally we were lucky if we could see 15 metres!

We ended up motoring all the way to McGrath Cove, which turned out to be a pretty little harbour, surrounded by a small community of surprisingly large and prosperous-looking houses. Here and there were older buildings from an earlier time. Wharfs around the harbour had fishing boats alongside and it looked as though this was one place where people were still making a decent living from the sea.

The head of the harbour had a few skerries across, with narrow passages that obviously had sufficient depth for a small launch, as we saw several thread their way through. We planned to take Lisa through to investigate, but it rained and it blew for the next couple of days, so instead we loafed and read on board.