Greg left this morning in pouring rain and a howling breeze. I'll miss him: he's an excellent sailor, and one of the few people in the world I can enjoy being with in 43' x 12'. After he left I got a bit of a fright - Bandit is a handful in a strong breeze, consider 43' and 20'000 lbs. I re-anchored in Hyannis Harbor - sprinting from bow to stern - just north of Egg Island. After backing up on the anchor I went to work on one of the many maintenance projects. Next thing I heard a bump as we hit the bottom, and the boat had been blown down on the sand bar, dragging the anchor (which, it turned out, had a mouthful of weed). It was a rising tide, and with a kedge anchor to windward, I got it off, but it's left me unsettled all day. The weather is awful: howling wind gusting to 25 knts, cold - around 45F - and very heavy rain. I never sleep well on nights like this. Still, it's fun: I'm listening to the BBC World Service on my laptop as I bang out this note, drinking a cheeky glass of sauvignon blanc (avoiding the condensation drips from the hatch above me) and feeling much happier with life.
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