The sky to the south was becoming darker and at ten in the evening we were hit with a violent squall, it was ferocious. Even as I watched it coming there was no real indication that it would be super strong. Unfortunately, I was unable to furl in the yankee fully before the wind hit, the sail clew flogged like a demented demon
DEPARTING GISBORNE
I lingered another day in Gisborne. It’s a nice place and I wanted to have a look around. There was no point in sailing earlier as the weather to the south at Castlepoint and Cook Strait is diabolical. I didn’t expect so much bad weather at this time of year. At 10:00 we let go... Continue Reading →
BECALMED, A 3% CHANCE
Last night at sunset the wind started to decrease. First I had to bring down the main, it couldn’t hold the wind and was flogging about as if to self-destruct. Shortly after the staysail came down. I carried on until one in the morning with the jib, but the wind disappeared and the jib finally... Continue Reading →