London Departure
September 4, 2024, 14:20 UTC | Cruising out of Thames River
Everyone seemed to have a good time exploring London yesterday. We all gathered on the boat for a pre-dinner drink and then headed off to The Dickens Inn at St. Katharine Docks for our supper. We enjoyed the night and ended with a weather and route briefing from Captain Erik. Our next port of call will be Guernsey Island!
This morning we scrubbed the deck, did passage planning, refueled diesel, and then said goodbye to London. The mood onboard is good and watch systems are back on track as we motor along. The boat was kept in good shape and our watches worked great coming here. I think the sailors onboard are happy to keep up the good work when we sail into the English Channel.
Right now we are enjoying cinnamon buns bought from a Swedish bakery in London. We will most probably keep on sailing with the Yankee head-sail when we find some wind offshore. The wind will be on our beam at about 15 knots as we sail southwest. In the English Channel, the forecast promises following winds. We expect to make landfall in Guernsey in about two days from now.
Hold Fast!
- David the apprentice
59ºNorthApprentice
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