Good Bye B.V.I’s.
The weather’s ultimately the boss, so we waited 2 days for a ‘weather window’, and left Tortola in the early morning.
The sea was like a pond.
But by early afternoon the wind had ideas of its own and the waves were throwing us around like a rugby ball. As soon as we got further out to sea, we found a huge swell running. It would rise up behind us, lift up our stern and then down we’d go — surfing!
It was hard work steering through each one. We could not use ‘Nelson’ our auto-pilot so Robb was glued to the wheel.
The wind would gust through in squalls of up to 33 knots.
Happy Hour only lasted 10 minutes.
All the chips blew away.