So having finally escaped from Le Havre, shortly after the start, we and a few fellow Class 40s, plus Cheminee Poujoulat and possibly sme other non-Class40s, got detained under a large, evil, windless cloud. Boats just a few metres away are now several miles ahead, so we are going hunting. It poured with rain until after dark, so everything is pleasantly damp. A few hours respite and now slamming into waves, wind rising, ominously grey ahead!
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