At night I was lying awake thinking of the starting sequence to setting off. I knew that we would go to the marina in the morning as there was heavy rain forecast for the afternoon. Yet despite thinking about it to plan setting off, I still felt reluctant to actually do it. We didn’t need to use diesel. Still I knew it was a short distance and nothing harder than I had done before, so Shane cast off the front and stayed at the front as spotter and I headed into the marina. I had been advised to go to the chandlery mooring which was easiest to reach and near the entrance, then make my way to the office. However there was already a boat there and the jetty was only suitable for one boat at a time so I headed on round to the jetties for trading boats. It was a bit windy which added to my apprehension. Turning the corner went fine and the wind didn’t seem to bother us . I pulled in slowly expecting a smooth arrival at the wooden jetty, but heard a scraping noise as we slid into place. Shane identified that there were nail heads sticking out proud from the wood. We tied up and I went to look at the side of the boat. There was a 4 inch scar showing shiny metal with the paint scraped right off! Dispiriting when we had just painted!