The night was rocking and rolling, behind the outer breakwater, thunder-squalls passing overhead, at times we were sitting in the companionway, in rain gear, ready to start the engine, in case the anchor breaks loose. It didn't, despite a 360 circle and 30 knots of wind. Getting the anchor up the next day was a chore. But that is what one wants from an anchor, to dig in when it gets rough.
