Mind Games.

Well it was a long night to say the least. As forecast it blew up big time, and in the dark of night, boyo, does one's mind play tricks...

We lept out of bed in the middle of the night CONVINCED we'd come off the mooring as we were suddenly really close to the other boats, which yesterday had seemed further away. Xave was even tricked into pulling up the mooring buoy to see if the chain was still attached. It was, and still is. Logically, we would have travelled a lot further if we had come off the mooring. The canoe was banging against the hull, the wind was howling, and the jack-o-lantern was oooooooing all by itself.. This all combined to make it a long and spooky night....

This morning, we are STILL really close to the other boats, but we can see why. We are all swinging around willy nilly, rather than being pushed away from our moorings by the wind in the same direction. Consequently, at times, we ARE very close. Close, but ok.

Be good today kids, mum and dad are a bit fractious.