Through the worst and into the Channel

The wind has started to ease off and the pressure on the barometer
rising, clear sign that the depression is moving away from me and to the
NE, UniCredit should have seen the worst so i gave her a pat on the back
and rewarded her by shaking a reef, happy as larry she now flies again
into double digit surfs, it's a race against last orders for food at the
Castle Tavern in Gosport. 9pm that is. 230 miles to go, ribeye, rare.

Meanwhile, i suspect, Jeremy Clarkson is sitting in Munich in a
Lamborghini, who will get to Gosport first? I'm sure he underestimates
how long it takes from the M27 to Gosport on that last stretch.

After the wind the sea state is a rather confused, i feel i'm sailing in
a basin which is being randomly shaken by a child looking at the white
sail and smiling.

Coming home through the Channel is always a tough one, after a few days
at sea you are tired and lost all sense of fear but you are about to
sail through the busiest shipping lanes in the world. It's Oxford street
on a Saturday here... Other small details dont help: i slept earlier and
when i woke up to the AIS alarm i sat there a few minutes honestly
thinking Paul (who sailed in the Round Britain with me) was going to
take care of it. oh dear.

49 16N 006 13W
225 Miles to go
Wind 23-25kt COG 065 SOG 10-12kt