All 15 boats headed for the Pigsties in the far northern corner of Recherché. Once out of the shelter of Cockle Crk, there was a good swell that had the small boats working quite hard and the yachts wallowing nicely.   Lunchboxes came out on the sandstone shore and the 'foreigners' (mainlanders) -went wild collecting mussels and oysters - not really believing the abundance of wild seafood just there for the picking.   Everybody walked to the French Garden and spent a few contemplative historical moments imagining d'Entrecasteaux's party and their hopeful gardening attempts.   The sail back was a beat back into the south easterly and was an 'interesting' ride. (Note Swiftsure partially airborne or 'underwater').   Kevin - skippering her, was peeved that I didn't manage to get a shot of him airborne on the helm!!! Everyone did get back safely but all agreed that if it wasn't considerably quieter tomorrow they wouldn't be leaving the bay.

Dinners have been great, singing and ukelele lessons hooting along, drinking is in 'sensible amounts' and we are all having a ball!