Mary resorts to woollen socks and a hat that is fleecy as the freezing wind continues to bite into us. We sail 46 miles as we tack our way along, making genuine distance as the crow flies. It has been a hard day won,.
We have made some westing now!! 
The days slip by as we appreciate a mooring we have picked up which nobody seems to mind and Pronto Creek's beauty. 
Steve is having continuous back pain which limits him in every manner. He when the boat hurts just gets relief from lying down and is limited in what he can do on it, cannot walk far without pain, cannot stand in one position. We never believed this would be us when such a brief time ago Steve was strong and so healthy.