If it were me doing it, I'd drop the anchor
from the bow and motor
back until I was just touching. I'd want the bow facing the sea because if the wind
picked up, that's where I'd want the waves to be. I'd not worry too much about it though, bilge
keels sit out on drying mooring
here in the UK and they end up where the wind
and tide takes them before they touch.
The message is the journey, we are sure the answer lies in the destination. But in reality, there is no station, no place to arrive at once and for all. The joy of life is the trip, and the station is a dream that constantly out distances us”. Robert Hastings, The Station