I love sailing on week days. I love sailing any day of the week for that matter! But for mere mortals such as I who have to keep it real in order to put food on the table, bunking off on a week day buzzes with hedonistic pleasure.
After spending a month overseas, I've found it extraordinarily difficult to settle back into study and other facets of normality. I just can't sit still. The girl may be out of Polynesia, but Polynesia remains in the girl!! Personally, I don't think I'll ever be free of this profound place.
And so, at the end of a crud week filled with personal disappointments and constant heaviness of heart with my best mate being told she has a 3cm yet-undetermined -something growing in her lung, I could barely contain my anticipation to get out on the water and 'clear the cobwebs' as my dear late mum used to describe the effect sailing has on me.
The day started well. Hell, yeah! My bed self-destructed! I wish I could attribute it to wild frolicking – or frolicking of any description. Alas not! I think it's just the house telling me to pack faster and move aboard the boat quicker. But what to do with my 56000 books?
Sailing conditions could best be described as 'quietly contemplative'. No more than 8 knots of SE on a flat sea. My good old boat revelled in it, despite her filthy bottom. A couple of hours heading out close hauled, perfectly balanced with the girl steering her own course, whilst I sat up the front enjoying the motion and the occasional errant splash over my toes.
And then finally, after months of not seeing any marine life in the aftermath of the Brisbane floods, I was treated to something special! Firstly a snoozing turtle, then both species of dolphin endemic to Moreton Bay! A lone Bottlenose just passing through; then a mum and bub Indo-Pacific Humpback pair having a play, pushing a jellyfish along in the water then tossing it into the air, as though it were a ball. What fun!!
Such a relief to see the Indo-Pacifics as they're listed as vulnerable to endangered at the best of times, without further compromise by flooding, and are essentially coastal and estuarine dwellers. I'd wondered and worried how they'd fared with the floods. Small steps but one baby marks regeneration!
Time to head home, I gybed around and cranked up the music, singing at the top of my lungs. Cobwebs are cleared...and life is once again bloody great!! Thank the Goddesses or Doggesses for sailing!!

