Boty,
We elected to go outside after all.
And then it glassed out.
Grrr...
Mind you, so did Hervey Bay, so we made the right choice. We were quite a few hours past the bar before the tide would have let us make the attempt.
Ended up burning through 80 litres, I could have sailed more but the wind direction was right up our arse and light.
Wander,
I swear the bastard of a thing marshalled all of his mates and was stalking us, I saw waterspouts right on our arse and directly into the setting sun, I felt like a WWII freighter being hunted by a Uboat pack. Eery. We even had one right in the North East channel, but thankfully blocked by a whale watching boat as we bravely made our escape
The highlight was the start heading for Breaksea with fresh winds on the nose and flat water, then it blowing the dogs off chains in the last stretch to Green Island. Like most sailing, moments of sheer exhilaration and quiet reflective moments.
Are you doing the St Helena Cup?