The day started cool and cloudy but was greatly inproved by Beths avocado smash with scrambled eggs for breakfast.

Winter Cove was a very pretty overnight anchorage, but we set off straight after breakfast to look for our prawn pot. Once again, it had vanished without trace....

By 11.15 we gave up hunting for the prawn trap and headed back into Winter Cove with a view to sailing east through Boat Passage out inti the Strait of Georgia. This didnt go entirely to plan as we found some rather shallow water , so did an about turn and instead headed back out into the Plumper Sound to sail south along the coast of Saturna Island and around its south western tip to Tumbo Island.

There was a good breeze of 9.6 knots so we hoisted the sails and flew along at speeds of up 7.5 knots.

We concentrated once again on fishing for salmon from the back of the boat using the flasher to troll with a variety of different weights and jigging with various lures from Chris's selection. All in all a pretty idyllic morning after our initial frustrations with the prawn pot and inconvenient reef...

By 1.30 we could see the snow covered peak of Mount Baker ahead of us and turned east around the coast of Saturna, taking care not to cross over the border into the USA at Boundary Passage. Around the south eastern tip of Saturna are many reefs with rip currents referred to as the 'Boiling Reefs' These were very much in evidence and we gave them a wide berth by keeping well south and east before heading north amd west into St Georges Bay and Tombolo Beach on Tumbo Island.

Once again the skipper styed on board to watch the anchor and the rest of us piled into the fender to go and explore the beach and island trails. The beach had white sand and was littered with fallen trees and tree roots - grey and smooth and from many months exposed to the elements.

There were curious smooth sculpted rock shelves around the beach and the headland was covered with fir trees and arbutus trees with their unusual and beautiful peeling red copper coloured bark. We played on the rope swing and meandered amongst the rock formations in the sunshine.

There was a shout from the yacht and we looked up to see Bill pointing to the far end of the beach where a group of otters were playing inte water. We walked slowly along the beach to watch them, before getting back on board to continue our voyage back through the boiling reefs and west towards Port Browning Marina.

There were only a few boats in the marina and we were pleased to be able to moor up alongside the pontoon furthest from the land, so that our views to the ocean were uninterrupted.

After finishing the Deep Cove Gin with some nibbles we went ashore to the Marina Pub for beer and supper, overlooking the harbour. As usual the fish options were plentiful and Mike did the best with wild salmon filet fish and chips!

Back on board we embarked on an energetic game of Dutch Blitz until bed time.