We got into a routine of pushing our luck: just one more point to round, just another 5km before dark as the wind picked and swell was rising. One night, after deciding to keep pushing on, we found ourselves battling through large confused refracting waves at the end of a breakwater in the pitch black, terrifying but thrilling.
At the end of the day: welcome rest and a bowl of hot stew in our storm proof shelter as the clouds raced by and the surf crashed into the bay.