17th May

On a windless morning we motored 15 miles north along the mainland to anchor off the town of Mourtos. As we entered the bay the starboard engine juddered. From past experience we knew something had wrapped round the propeller. I selected reverse and a large chunk of plastic bag floated free. While anchoring another two chunks came to the surface. I used a camera to check the prop. There was still more attached to a blade. The water was warm. It must have been as Lucinda was swimming. So on with the shortie wetsuit, snorkel and mask. The prop cleared I rewarded myself with a kitkat. We're moored for the night just off a water park, closed at the moment.