Or more correctly 'let go the mooring ball'. Finally the stars are in alignment, the chicken entrails foretell a favourable passage and the NZ weather website shows it's a good to set off for NZ. We've patiently been waiting for 3 weeks for a window that should allow us to sail. This isn't perfect. It looks like we'll have a fine run down to Norfolk Island, an Australian outpost, once a British penal colony, and now home to resettlers from the Pitcairn.
We are ready to go; there are seven meals and fourteen ham baguettes in the freezer (no cooking, no dishes to wash), engine checked, loose items stowed, all hatched locked down and dinghy strapped hard to the aft deck, nothing left to do except turn on the engine, slip the lines and depart New Caledonia bound for New Zealand. The only hiccup is our long range radio has lost the ability to tune and therefore to transmit and we won't be able to request and receive weather forecasts. In lieu of this we're going to be tuning into a net of six boats which are also leaving today or tomorrow.
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