Rainclouds receding in the flat Essex countryside just 25 miles from central London

Cockpit complete with sandwich bag and hopeful shades

Back on the route I followed ten years ago, Back then, I headed north . Now, I’m headed south.

Never ignore a discarded cable tie. It came in useful later on.

An old windmill repurposed as a dwelling. Typical of the region.

The route was intended to go through this flooded path. I found a half flooded detour.

Mud-splattered at the end of a wet detour.

A lovely break in a sunny Colchester.

The fish bar that agreed to fry up cod without batter

It looks a bit bland but it was hot and well cooked. In the cold and when hungry it was the best food. Mindful eating at its best.

It was cold and the ferry was there. But it would take several hours to get onboard.

The utterly soulless unheated  waiting area for early arrivals. A great incentive not to arrive early.

Overnight ketones were all good. There was discrepancy of calibration that would persist. Note the reduction on ketones as the dawn effect built up. (see chapter on ketones)

Tucked up at the back for the night sail

Finally onboard and heading straight for the cabin and a good sleep.