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18th April - down Channel to Torquay and the Race Start

18th april 2017
noon position : 50'27 N 3'32W (alongside in torquay)
day's run: 184 nautical miles

At midday on Monday Rona II was sailing past the Royal Sovereign Lighthouse,
in hot pursuit of Jolie Brise. Red watch came off and white watch stepped
down; not much was happening apart from red watch being their rowdy selves,
talking and laughing all the time. Lunch was pizzas, made with a range of
toppings. Another watch change and it was soon to be happy hour, where blue
watched entertained the crew with the own rendition on 'the day i went to
sea' . As it was an Easter Monday, white watch felt the need to eat some
Easter eggs on deck.

We then sailed past the wind farm and saw some yachts who had strayed into
it being chased out by guard boats!

Dinner was Carbonara, expertly made with ham in it. (Editor's note: a previous effort turned out inadvertently to be a vegetarian meal - see earlier blogs!) As the sun set the wind
dropped, so the number 1 Genoa was put away, and the number 2 yankee hanked
on in anticipation of the forecast. Between midnight and 4am the sails went
up and down with the wind. It was a cold night, with a spectacular moonrise
and many stars. Dawn saw breeze kick in, and the mizzen staysail and then
the big A5 kite were set as we crossed Lyme Bay. Under the A5 we hit over 13
knots.

We soon arrived in Torquay, alongside the quay with other ships like Peter
Von Danzig, Jolie Brise, Vela Cruz, Hosanna. Bigger ships are out in the
Bay. Tomorrow.... we race!

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