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You anchor up is some nice little bay. Chain looks nice and taut, transit is good. Engine off and you sip your beer/G&T or whatever. You go to sleep (sort of) then keep waking up, looking at the mooring lights of the other boats around you. Then at 3am you look out and see all the lights have changed position and you have swung around 180 degrees (and of course the wind is now whistling across the deck and halyard is banging against the mast. ) On deck in your underwear you check your depth guage and find you are 1m of water just off the beach, drfting backwards dragging the anchor..