And why not, I thought. The conditions are looking good. So at 7am, I'm up with a lark, contemplating the myriad things that need contemplating, before high tide that's due at midday.
Firstly I need to ditch the old petrol that's on board (I can pour it in the old car) and get down to Tesco's for a refill of their Finest combustion liquid. While I'm there I ought to get some milk cartons that can be used as line-floats for when we come back in to our mooring.
To say I'm a little nervous is a slight understatement. But with sensible and careful heads on our shoulders we should be okay.
So today is the day to gain some much needed experience and confidence.
No record playing. No pansy planting. No excuses.
It's real business on The Boat For My Potplants.