Very happy for my 11 mooring lines... This blowy winter with recurrent gales, waking up at night thinking you've been thrown into a tumble dryer, sometimes gets on your nerves. But often it's just a slow soft bungee jump experience like being rocked in a cradle. And some mornings are just crispy, sunny moments, gazing out towards open sea sipping a hot espresso with a smile. And standing there on deck in the morning glow, often one of these chatty nice neighbours passes on the pier, starting your day in a way that life is supposed to be lived. Close to sea and with good hearted people not too far from your little ship.