Morning!

So, up at the back of seven for the long haul back to Port Edgar. After three hours of biffing close hauled into a stiff force 3/4 from the South West, it was a bit obvious that a period of motor-sailing would be in order; shortly after that, the sails were down. High point of the Cap's journey was watching me hanging on at the front, getting the jib down and stowed just as we hit a succession of freaking big waves. Sloosh!
So, back ashore just before 7pm - a great couple of days. Hard work, I'll tell you. Aye, its not all sitting about on yer arse looking at the view. No sir. You have to occasionally stand and have a stretch.