For the last couple of weeks I’ve been sailing a new home back to Hobart with my friend Richard.
After crossing the notoriously unpredictable Bass Stright we were met by big seas and a fierce gale off the East coast of Tasmania. For 36 hours we fought to keep the boat upright and pointing in the right direction. When we finally found shelter I couldn’t help but think that we’d been lucky to survive.
Today it’s 5 days after that crossing, and I’m still feeling the after effects: an almost euphoric enjoyment of simple pleasures; and an attitude that problems and setbacks are rather unimportant. I hope it lasts.