Moving onto Anjea was a pretty simple event. Just grab my gear, stick it in the van, drive down to Hobart and load everything on the boat. Except I had a dreadful cold and all I really wanted to do was curl up somewhere warm and hibernate till I felt better. But Anjea has no heating so there is nowhere warm, and no creature comforts in the form of blankets and pillows either, and the temperature is dropping rapidly, along with the light, and it is starting to rain. The drive down to Hobart was about all I could muster and it was getting hard to think straight, but at last I managed to locate a store selling electric blower heaters and invested $39 in the best little 'Goldair' ceramic blower heater ever. It was a struggle picking a heater that drew less than the entire capacity of a Tasmanian hydroelectric facility. For some reason manufacturers universally think bigger is better. But I simply can't run anything more than about 1kw on the boat. The Goldair is a 1.5kw heater with a half-power setting. Perfect.

I drag a couple of doonas and a sleeping bag into the v-berth and fall unconscious.

Bang! My pillow disappears and my head hangs down and the berth has collapsed! What the fuck?! Everything is black. It's the middle of the night and I don't know where I am. When the adrenalin rouses some minimal level of perception I discern what's happened— the v-berth insert that goes in between the V has fallen out because I forgot to slide the locking bolts into place.

Next morning I awake to water dripping on the pillow. It is raining inside the boat. No, it should be raining outside the boat not inside. But as I look around it becomes clear that's exactly what's happening — the condensation on every uninsulated surface is incredible. I switch on the mighty Goldair, which slowly warms the place but doesn't help with the condensation. In addition to the condensation are the leaks. Every one of the Lewmar portlights is leaking. Not badly, but enough for a steady drip, drip.

It can only get better from here.