| Sunday. Terneuzen. Pete takes the helm . . . |  |
| . . . while Rocyn takes a nap. |  |
| Looks like we've set a pattern here |  |
| Monday. Nieuwpoort. High winds so we stay in harbour . . . |  |
| . . . and do some on jobs on the boat . . . |  |
| . . . then Rocyn stows the tools . . . |  |
| . . . while Pete splices the mainbrace. |  |
| Tuesday. Nieuwpoort to Calais. Pete does the cooking . . . |  |
| Wednesday.
The intention was to set off on the long voyage across the Bay of
Seine to Cherbourg. Rocyn plots the course. . . |  |
| . . . but we're barely out of port when the wind gets up . . . |  |
| . . . so we put into Boulogne for the night. Well, the French food is so good. |  |
| Thursday 07:00 hours. It's now or never, so we fill the tank and set off for 27 hours across open ocean . . . |  |
| . . . and amuse ourselves taking silly photos with Pete's phone and texting them to our friends. |  |
| Luckily the wind has died down, and we have an uneventful crossing, and arrive in Cherbourg at 10:00 Friday morning.
Unfortunately I managed to leave the forward hatch ajar so everything
in my cabin has got somewhat damp. Luckily the sun is shining. |  |
| Saturday.
Pete has to leave us to catch the train and plane home, but Rocyn and I
complete the final 15 hour leg and reach our goal - St. Malo, and on Sunday morning I get a final photo of the Good Ship Gwylan from the deck of the ferry back to Portsmouth. |  |
