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to still propel us in the general if a trifle vague direction we
wished to go.
The tide was also against us and that rolling swell that had
carried us down the coast in grand style was now also in our
face; literally. Large globs of wave top carried by that stiff
breeze regularly travelled the full length of the boat and
managed to find every small passageway in our clothing to
dribble down inside our necks after liberally soaking face and
head.
Additional to this was the fact that the boat was crossing
the face of the swell or large waves as we tacked from side to
side.

(Windy North Sea picture from the Internet...it was like this
by the time we arrived back at Chapel St Leonards.)

The boat’s motion had changed. No longer the swift, sleek
swoosh of going with the wind, we were now positively
lurching over from one side to the other as we changed tack in
the face of the wind, the boat heeled at about 45 degrees to
attain the best point of sailing and the lee side, (opposite from
the direction of the wind), was constantly under water.

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