With the south easterly wind on the nose the engine was started and we said our goodbyes to the power station.
The wind built to 22 knots and it thundered and lightninged and everything. The late evening sun set in a palette of psychedelic colours. The morning brought the sun back and a rest day was declared. The array of Flexcell Sunslick solar panels was deployed to keep the refrigeration plant operational.
One of the ultra large container ships on Trinity wharfe, Felixstowe.
The classic Harwich skyline from the Sholtey side.
Dropping the ramp outside the Navy yard, Harwich.
The splendid Isis out of Tollesbury, tramping along very nicely.
Solar lightship, Trinity House.
The line 'Gang' making fast the Estraden.
The harbour pound from whence the pilot boats come.
The Navy yard, Harwich.
The Landguard fort in its many guises.
After the day of rest, spent cleaning, mending and cooking we set off just before noon on the following day. The wind was from the north and in the harbour, blowing 13 knots. A day of sail, yes it's on the nose but I had time. I set the mizzen and would unroll the genoa once outside. We dodged and chugged our way past the big ships and turned northwards once clear of the fort. We had full genny and the mizzen and the wind was delightful, 16 - 22 knots for a couple of hours. But all good things come to an end and the waves built and knocked the bow off and our windward ability was becoming compromised. The faithful Bukh was fired up once more for the run across the bar and up the Ore.
The knolls off the bar, just past the Weir buoy.
The wind chose to kick up again and it was a bit boisterous on the sea reach, I had to shut the forward shed window to avoid wetting the canapays. We found a modicum of shelter in the Short Gull and dropped the hook in time for dinner.
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