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The weather routing says it’ll be a windy trip.

Goodbye land. See you later.

Good job we don’t go upwind with that forestay sag.

Zipping along.

This our normal normally.

Finally, a nice night.

Salubrious sleeping.

Mackerel skies only mean one thing.

Can you spot the dolphins?

And so it begins.

Windy windy windy.

Who needs posh cereal bowls?

Iain manages to muster a smile.

After 800 miles Cerulean is within spitting distance.

Cerulean scooting past.

We play hide and seek in the waves.

Ruffian has a final night at sea.

Flat water, calm seas, a different country and a different world.