Easter/ANZAC - Day 7: (Des’s) Waihinau Bay – Cissy Bay (Hallam Cove)


Click!, the sound of the camera taking my now standard photo from the portlight window as soon as I wake up. I am not sure why I started this but it seems a good way to start off the day, for some reason (probably because I had reception which is a bit of a novelty for this trip) I posted it to Facebook. Anyhow I was wide awake now and trying my best to convince Emma to get out of bed which failed so resorted to the pushing technique which worked a treat. We got dressed, had some muesli with homemade yoghurt and soon dropped the mooring ball before the tight squeeze between the mussel farms and we were off into Pelorus sounds making our way to the next spot.
We motored for a while before the wind picked up to a nice max of 15kn on the starboard beam and we were making 6kn under sail alone, it was nice to have the silence with just the sound of the wind across the deck and the rush of water as the hull sliced through the calm sea. We passed by Maud Island and the wind turned on the nose so it was away with IMG_8532the sails and fire up the engine again, an early lunch/snack to use up the remaining hot cross buns before they turned to rock, rounded a couple of heads and before long we were at the club mooring. One was taken but thankfully there was another mooring right next to it (for some reason it was not anywhere near the location shown on the mooring chart – useless club!), anyhow we pulled up, dropped the dinghy in the water and went for a look at  the rocky beach and small stream before heading over to chat to the other club yacht, mainly because we wanted to fire up the dive compressor and didn’t want to piss them off. They were a lovely couple from Mana here for the extended long weekend and we spent a few minutes there having a chat before making our way back to disturb the peace and fill the tanks for a dive. 
We geared and suited up then jumped in the water, made the short swim to the shore and dropped into 3m of water and followed the seabed down to 17m, passed a mooring ball GOPR3282which I thought was ours, saw a kingfish and a large ray, then when we got to about 7m depth thought it was time to pop up and much to our astonishment we were a) nowhere  near I thought we were and b) a long way away from where we started so dad brought the dinghy over and towed us back to the boat. We de-kitted, showered up and headed below for some Rummikub, kitchen nightmares, dinner and finally settled into watching The Dallas Buyers Club before heading to bed where I am writing this and Emma is engrossed in her 2nd book of the trip. Until tomorrow….
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