21_09_12

Routing is done. Let’s go.

Will the reality match the theory?

An early start.

Fog envelops our little flotilla (of 2).

All soft and fluffy.

Drama on Cerulean. Steve’s in the water.

And we’re off.

We seek blue water. We find blue water.

Drifting along.

So that’s how oil rigs get about.

Iain gets all domestic while offshore.

Sunset after sunset.

More free power.

We’re a tiny dot on the ocean.

Downwind.

Nothing says windless like a droopy flag.

This is civilised sailing.

The motorathon starts.

Upwind we go.

Its building.

Land Ho!

Getting wetter and wetter.

Upwind into the sunset.

We’ve been here before!

Ruffian under spectacular hills.