AM Sunday move into harbour to do battle with the 1000000 moorings therein. Spend hours picking up random buouys and getting told to piss off. Eventually come alongside jetty, but swell and gusts make it pretty uncomfortable. Anyway, unhelpful mr harbour man tells us to moor stern to with an anchor out in the harbour. This is pretty difficult to do in 24 knot crosswinds but we eventually manage by using our trusty fortress and kedge warp. Our stern is sweeping in huge scary arcs above and below the parapet of the jetty. Another sleepless night for thre skipper! All this and no power (broken) or wifi (broken) or showers (shut) or water (piss off) or bread (closed) for a mere 30E a night. Nice.
Monday dawns sweetly with fresh croissants and a dose of real coffee. May be ok after all. Still rolly and dodgy but crack on with preps fpr transAt. Productive day despite the drawbacks.
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