Day 01

There were some jobs to do on the boat before we left. Manoeuvring the boat left me on shore catching lines. I took a photo of the boat with fenders showing against the backdrop of tower blocks. Just like at home, the cleaning and hoovering still needs to be done and just like at home you can sit out in the sunshine and prepare dinner.

Of course it all changed when we left port at daybreak, in the rain. It rained a lot on that first day and as the day progressed the wind increased. The strongest gust we spotted on the wind meter was 56 knots. That’s about 60 mph in normal speak. For someone like me who has never ventured onto the ocean in anything smaller than a Cross Channel Ferry it was a very quick education in life on the water. I was only sick twice. After a day staggering around the boat like a drunkard, banging into walls and hitting my head six times I slept like an old sea dog. Very soundly.

Just as the sky was darkening there was an interesting activity trying to catch a flying piece of rope that was out of reach so a pole was used. It was successful. Failure wasn’t an option.

Monday was a bit of a calmer day though the swell was a lot bigger now that we are out in the ocean. Wonderfully the sky was blue. We could pay out the hydrophone that is towed 400 metres behind to listen for whales. Every fifteen minutes listening for two minutes creates a very rigid routine.

For the sailing people we are running on the genoa (the front sail) and making about six knots.