The last 7 days have been the most amazing ever but this slow internet connection is driving me batshit crazy and I have better things to do than watch a little spinny circle hypnotize me into thinking I am doing anything productive.
We finally figured that the reason for all our troubles is the we never cut the dock lines forcing us to return from every attempt, not this time!
We experienced every type of wind on the crossing but no fog which had been haunting us all week
At the end of an incredibly long day the last thing I wanted to hear was Serena call out, I see rocks, were gonna hit, they are everywhere. Coming into Fish Bay on a low tide is never a good idea but somehow that’s when we arrived. 10 minutes later I was walking Chloe and returned to find Serena passed out in a ball on the boat, the immigrants have arrived.
Home is where we hang our hook.
We have finally arrived, how we came to be here is a miracle in progress but that’s another story.
And dying in your beds, many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that, for one chance, just one chance, to live free. William Wallace