Costa

The week the anchor arrived I was planning a quiet weekend in Sydney Harbour. Saturday turned in to a 40 knot nor-wester with 50 knot bullets. It was the perfect day to test the new Manson Supreme. That night, for the first time ever, I had a sound night’s sleep on SY Antares. I usually wake several times a night, pop my head out of the hatch and check that we haven’t drifted. 

Faith in the anchor’s ability to hold is priceless. I now row ashore with SY Antares out of sight, confident that she’ll be there when I return.