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Rona arrives in France!

It's been a very busy 24 hours on Rona II. Docked in Gunwharf Keys and
staying overnight, the past two days have been filled with shopping,
showers, visits to the boat from family and numerous trips to Burger King
and Subway before setting sail to France. Many of the crew took advantage of
the big sale at the local Musto outlet, appearing back on deck with their
trendy new Musto Crocs. Thanks to the Normanton Grandparents, the crew
enjoyed a delicious sponge cake which of course did not hang around for long
after dinner on the second day of the back to back Normanton watch.

Rona II also had a visit from Milo's Grandma at Gunwharf who took the helm
by storm, despite the terrified look on her face as a ferry passed by and
caused the boat to sway...'I already feel sea sick!' she shouted. After
leaving Gunwharf the crew took a trip down the Solent to pay a visit to Big
Lizzie, the new aircraft carrier based in Portsmouth. We can confirm that
Big Lizzie is indeed...very big!

Today Rona II sets sail again as we head across the channel to France.
However, our original plan of heading to Caen has been postponed as we are
making our way across 'too quickly' and will arrive too early to make our
way through the lock. Seems like the crew still have their racing caps on
and can't wait any longer to take over the French beaches. With George
Hopkins as our navigator for the next couple of days we are hoping to arrive
in Le Harve tomorrow morning before heading off to finish the rest of the
planned cruise and back round to Le Harve for the final celebrations.

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This was a very French start to a very French day: at 0900 the Tricolor was
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stars for the day, mother watch the Mayans, started well, with them
presenting the crew with great pancakes and only a small galley incident
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porridge" to start his birthday. His card, beautifully drawn by Watch
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