Night ends as murky darkness lightens to pale grey, then flings soft swathes of pinks and pale gold higher and higher from the horizon, until the whole sky is bathed in a glorious symphony of soft colour to celebrate the new day. We ease Catarina from her berth in the Durban Marina and Himself motors her through the harbour entrance on our epic voyage to Richards Bay. It’s a big day for us as it’s the first time we have sailed her on our own and we bounce around excitedly.
We had a friend with us who was keen on the chance to join us on this journey and to fish. I felt relaxed knowing that “1st mate duties” did not fall entirely on my shoulders. Himself would have someone to confer with whilst loading up fishing gear and all other manner of manly stuff, leaving me to fiddle in the galley, crochet or just laze and while away some hours reading/dozing.
Early morning rowers setting off energetically.
Rods out and set up pretty quickly
Wind was very light and directly “on the nose”, so to speak, which made sailing impossible, so we motored happily straight into it. Himself plotted a course on the chart plotter and we settled in for a good trip anticipating arrival in Richards Bay at around 4pm, plenty of time to dock easily in daylight and disembark to head back home in the car.
Passing Ballito and Salt Rock, friends found us and photographed Catarina from the land.
Don’t miss the next post about the other half of the journey and arriving in Richards Bay ….