Needless to say after yesterday's party we all felt
like death today for the 56 mile leg from Fig to Peniche. It was a shame
because after a cold and wet start to the morning it turned out to be a
wonderful day's sail.
Unfortunately Rob saw virtually nothing of it after
disappearing below shortly after the start, we did not see him again until he
was roused to help docking in Peniche. Andrew did a little better but
still spent most of the trip asleep on the back of the boat. It was
left to John and me to do most of the sailing and listen to reports coming in
from other boats about their casualties from the day before.
We motored for about 40 minutes early in the day
when the wind was light but otherwise we sailed, as did most of the fleet.
With winds reaching 16 knots across the boat at times and we managed a maximum
boat speed of 9.4 knots (albeit very briefly). Later the sun came out and
the sail along the coast was beautiful. We crossed the line