Well in our case D = Departure day. And strictly speaking it was the historical D Day+1, but I did take a moment to think of my late Father driving his tank landing ship up a French beach all those years ago. This one is for you Dad.
Anyway, we left Ipswich as planned in the afternoon and headed down to Harwich harbour where we moored to a buoy to await the north going tide. At this point I regret to report our first (and hopefully only) casualty, as the telescopic boat hook slid into two parts at the crucial moment. The hook end has now been consigned to the deep.
Later, at what my aforementioned Dad would have called "Oh gawd double oh", but was actually 3am, we headed out northwards. After a short period of motoring in the darkness the sun came up and with it, a decent sailing breeze. Very decent in fact, as Goldfinch was quickly up to her maximum speed and kept this up for nearly all the rest of the trip. It was,in short, a superb sail in lovely bright sunshine. Perfect.
We are now in Lowestoft, about which little can be said other than it is geographically convenient. We leave again this evening for an overnight trip to Wells Next the Sea, which we expect to be rather nicer.
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