We had anchored up with several others of the fleet just before dark and were immediately spoiled by chef Duncan to a curry and rice and freshly made chutney.
With the forecast wind change arriving on time in the small hours of the morning skipper had us underway at 2.30 am in a quiet procession with most of the others sharing that sheltered bay.
Motor-sailing through the early morning was uneventful with each of us taking turns at the helm through the grey day.
We had no exceptional wildlife encounters but there were always large flocks of a variety of seabirds busily making a living on this wild stretch of open ocean down to Port Davey.
Try as we might we could not encourage any fish species to take a liking to our lures.
Grey cool conditions had us rugged up and looking forward to the shelter of Port Davey.
The optical illusion that is the entrance from Port Davey into the inner sanctum of the Bathurst Channel enchanted me yet again as we made our way through to Schooner Cove finding a dozen or more of the fleet snug in this bay on the southern side of the channel.
We were made welcome by a chattering family of White Bellied Sea Eagles soaring along the tree line sounding more like farmyard ducks than majestic raptors.
The funereal call of the Yellowtail Black cockatoo echoed from the historic camping grove at the head of the cove.
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