I had always imagined the journey would really begin after we had turned the first corner, at Lands End; away from what has become familiar territory.
Our journey from Cornwall to Wales couldn’t have been more of a contrast to the previous week; we were escorted from Falmouth by a school(?) of dolphins, out into a steadily building breeze – something we hadn’t seen since leaving the Solent.
Short-tacking around Lands End in bright sunny weather was just perfect – what chance the other 3 corners will be the same?
With a NWerly breeze of between 10 and 18 knots we were cracked off enough to make it a fast, comfortable sail – made all the more exhilarating by the arrival of fog as night fell. Thank God for AIS; what a brilliant investment! I don’t know who invented it, but if anyone knows his e-mail address, let me have it please, so I can send it to the Belgian Fisheries Ministry.
The fog cleared from time to time, but descended in earnest as we neared the Welsh coast; so much so that we arrived in Milford Haven without sighting land!
Andrew tells me we should slow down; something we fully intend.