It's Anchoring Jim, but not as we Know it.

Sojourn decided to make a run back to the cold spring bay and we decided we would stay.

We had a beautiful relaxing afternoon as the odd Gulet came and went and by the end of the day we were alone in this idyllic spot.

Its a strange thing anchoring mentality. We pretend we crave the isolation and in fact often choose it and sit alone in the world but often its a comfort to have some other vessel at least distant and visible. It's just human nature as night falls in a strange anchorage you can still feel alone but excited by the isolation and the challenge of being in control of your own destiny.

The wind had been variable and slight but as the sun faded from the sky the warm breeze just started to lift a little and as we turned in was just sitting at about 12 knots at masthead.

We were anchored close the bay is very narrow and although only eight metres in the centre we really couldn't get much chain out there simply wasn't room. we were strained up tight to the shore and sitting about six meters off the razor sharp rocky bluff. Close but very comfortable.

At thirty minutes past one under a thin quartered Turkish moon I could hear Fletch moving down the side deck and I could hear he was dragging a line.

The wind had backed around and was a steady blow directly across hour bow and pushing our bow sideways against the limited scope we could have out.

Fletch had seen Gulets caught in the same situation and seen them run another bow line back to the windward stern point. The anchor was fine and holding but if the wind built it could break us out and we would fall back onto the shore.

Fletch and I quickly ran a new line out and using the thruster straightened the bow and and strained it up tight.

Back to bed and slept through to seven.

We threw the lines off, raised the anchor, and motored slowly out of the bay to be greeted by the vast low golden glow of a new day.

Today we are motoring back up to Kalkan.