We went to the Maritime Museum on a fine sunny autumn afternoon, and hopped on a sailing boat (or, as I just discovered, a ketch-rigged deck scow) called the Ted Ashby. Out we went into the harbour, puttering along in a nice calm way. We didn't see any dolphins, or whales, and to L's relief, no sharks, but we did see people bungy jumping from the underside of the harbour bridge. We all helped to put the sails up, and then the engine was turned off. Lovely lapping water sounds, warm sun, floating away from the city. Magical.