Wayward Winds
As I struggled on the foredeck to hank on the no 2 jib, I cursed myself quite loudly. My first mistake had been to believe the forecast of force 4 on the beam, so leaving the heavy sail below. It was now force 5, nearly on the nose. My second mistake was not to change into boots and jacket before going forward, but I knew that we would soon round another point into more exposed waters. So I got a bit wet and a bit annoyed. The early dawn view of "Fair Head" might have made me think twice, soon after leaving Ballycastle, but back then the seas were still quiet and we were doing 10+ knots with the tide. Fair Head The wind came and went, as did the no 2 jib, genoa and engine, but we made a fast 40 mile passage to Bangor, arriving before midday. After an afternoon snooze (we are getting old for these early morning starts) we went off to find a new restaurant for the evening. However, since we hadn't booked anywhere, we ended up back in Bokhara, our favori...