Today on the radio while I was making some coffee: "Boat blue hull in the Secret Harbor Bay, boat blue hull ..., the buoy that you're trying to pick it up is not a mooring buoy, but a wreck buoy!" O_o
Sometimes we look for comfort and expect safety in the wrong place. I'm finally finding some time to write, cook, and organize the boat. A quite pleasant time.
The view from my "office":