We had bedded down before 9pm the night before whilst tied up at the marina and neither of us stirred until gone 9 the next morning (apart from a rude awakening from an angle grinder ato 6am).  We woke to a breezy but sunny day and, knowing we were not planning to head out until the next day, took the time for a leisurely breakfast. 

Around 11:00 we sauntered into town, picking up some more hydraulic steering fluid at the well stocked chandlery.  This place was obviously the centre of the boating community as, on walking in, the first thing you noticed were the arrangement of bar stools around the cashiers desk, some already occupied with a few of the no doubt stalwart locals in for their morning coffee.

We spent the morning sauntering through the 'town' (took a good 20 minutes from end to end) and soaking up the sun.  On our walk we bumped into a local who ran a charter fishing business and he didn't help our nerves by telling us about the 30 foot standing waves that had been on Nahwitti bar the day before!

We found an amazing little food truck that did great fish and chips for lunch and then went to restock  with final provisions before heading back to the boat.  For the rest of the afternoon we checked and rechecked the boat and the weather, in anticipation of our 'big push' the next day.  Around 7pm we went for diner at the marina pub/restaurant, a rough and ready place that suited our mood of trepidation.  Heidi didn't eat much and we were back on the boat by 8, in bed and watching Red before dropping off to sleep.