Just as we clear the harbour mouth the engine note changes, the normal noisy clatter replaced by something a little more disturbing.
I nip down below, ripping away the engine covers to investigate. Seems the exhaust elbow has disintegrated and the little Yanmar is spewing fumes into the saloon.
We eventually do a repair with fire blanket, hose clamps and duct tape [good old duct tape] and go for a sail, finishing off the day limping back to moorings at minimum throttle and all the hatches and ports open to try and vent the interior.
Just one more thing to fix, as if life didn’t have enough to do already!
It’s time for a break from the boat!