Monday

I got here no problem, after a miserable night, looking forward to peaceful sleep. I was happily grinding rust when I became aware of some sort of horn. I looked up, and there was a man in uniform standing beside a police car, waving at me. I had not ordered a pizza so that was not it. I rowed the dinghy over, he told me politely that anchoring was not allowed. In face I didn't understand a word he said. Maybe it was something about olives, cheese and sausage. I smiled, said Grascious, went back to the boat, upped anchor, and left. I hope he enjoyed the pizzza.
I am now in a terrible anchorage with ten other boats. The bottom is rolling stones. If the wind starts blowing I will leave and sail off and on until the marina opens.
Reef Early
Bill Doar
s/v Advent II