After a cold, wet, windy, rolypoly and thoroughly miserable night, we are at anchor in Lady Barron on Flinders Island. That’s fifteen hours we don’t have to do again at least until we get our sea legs back. One or two nice bruises but hey that’s sailing. Photo of Mount Strzeleckie covered in gloom as we entered Franklin Sound.
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