Our slow jog turned into a fast run, doing 7 knots up wind. Squall after squall came through, knocking us flat as we charged along. Our efforts were in vain as we missed the tide to get up the Lautoka river

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For now we stay anchored at the mouth, ready for the 7am high tide so we can slip on up our hidy hole.  I’ve become a weather expert, downloading weather forecast, reading the barometric pressures,  watching the wind directions and not getting distracted by all the pretty colours on the forecast.