To Arklow, a " Denmark Sail"

This time the alarm rings at 03:30. Yawn, and we're off by 4am. This is getting earlier and earlier. The night is still full of stars on the starboard side of the mast, a pale dawn is on it's way at port.

We follow along, in line, as freighters are on there way both in and out of the red and green trail of the channel. They've been waiting for the tide. These tides are really steering our lives! Now we've decided to have some time down on the south coast, near Cork. Even a year is a finite length of time so we're sacrificing the East Coast, both Belfast and Dublin, to rush past them on our way south.
Pampered as we were this weekend it takes some time to regain my sealegs. Especially in the rough seas we sail into this morning. But as we sail the seas calms. My stomach, too.
We arrive at Arklow in the evening, buy diesel, eat a pub dinner, get "Babette" ready for tomorrow and go to bed.

Alarm set at 03:30 again!