Home. R5 has returned safely to home port. Boat safe. Crew what's left of it are safe. We are all safe from this simple trip.
The passage has been uneventful as we've been under Iron Sails since we turned North. (Nautical information. A catamaran has 4 engines. 1 mainsail, foresail smaller sail and 2 iron sails - aka engines 1 in each hull so excluding becalm and storms it's mostly sails)
Abdullah disappeared in the night. So did the locker of empty water bottles and all the Gaffer Tape. We are unsure if all three events are related. It was remembered that in a recent Bear Gryills series there was a task making a raft as a task.
Fabio cooked for Arrabbiata Pasta which was yummy and hot. Essential comfort food as the crew morale crashed down just like the temperature. Gone the carefree nature of shorts, T-shirts and barefoot to thinsular underwater, fleeces, socks and sea boots (my gloves and hat were consider extreme bit I was warm) all to ward off the cold. English Channel at night was bloody cold.
We saw old Blighty at 0630.
I went to bed end of my watch.
We tied up R5 at 1000
It was just like Chief said 20 hours earlier. Boy he'd hasn't stopped asking what time we moored up.
We hugged. Not sure if it's a sailing thingy but seems big on it. So why not when at sea and all that.
We together this happy band of brothers have gone to get a Full British Breakfast.
This isn't blog in this adventure as I've got to get home somehow. Pictures videos and a little commentary will follow.
Remember more will be in my first book called "Cruising with Sailor Kenny"
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