I set off down the West coast at 1630, there was fantastically beautiful clear views and skies. There was a bit of lively seascape with the overfalls but there wasn't muc
h wind so I motored down on Jeff the auto helm (yes he now has a name). The most lovely sunsets preceded the darkness of night. When I arrived so I worked out a bearing and gently motored in towards pilot cove, I could see other boats moored up. I dropped anchor and had dinner while I listened to the errie snuffly cries of the (I presume) seals. 15nm
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