Seastar had been tucked away in Egg and Bacon Bay for the night, a millpond in south westerly weather, very close to Randall’s, most importantly within walking distance for dinner. In the morning we motored around for breakfast in 20 minutes. Got away before the rest of the fleet, giving us a brief feeling of superiority before we were passed by the Bay Raiders and the Core Sounds. It was a day of fair winds blowing us along at about five knots, despite leaving two reefs in. We passed Huon Island and then Arch Rock, covered in nesting gulls and resting cormorants, turned the corner at Gordon into the D’entrecasteaux Channel proper and headed directly for Simpson’s Point. We coasted down the far side of the point to our destination, a tiny, sheltered, tree lined cove. It was at the foot of spectacular paddocks of long yellow grass with a lone wallaby bounding off through it. Little mushroom tents were being set up along the ridge lines, or wherever a piece of level ground could be found. The marquees were erected and all of a sudden there was a tent village. The red wine supplies had been replenished, so we could all relax. The sun was out and views were wonderful, as was the meal served up to the multitudes that evening.