So, afternoon in Georgetown, Bermuda. I am sitting in the cockpit and I have a little bit of sailor's blues I think. I achieved something, for me, amazing which is to sail across an ocean and do a six day passage to Bermuda from New York. Why depressed? Well, I wasn't expecting the breakages. I wasn't thinking I was that inexperienced. I wasn't realising quite how high the learning mountain was and how low in the foothills I was. And that, maybe, I am past being able to

The sail down the East River is empowering. There is a lot going on, ferries, ships, other sailboats, motorboats and of course I am having to deal with all of it myself. I have a favourable wind and I am able to hoist my sails and have a very nice beam reach down with Manhattan to starboard.

We 'discovered' that Manhattan is only a small part of what makes New York epic. Additionally you have Staten Island, Brooklyn, and three other boroughs, and then sailors can reach Long Island Sound to the north east. We were struck by how much there was to discover every time you zoomed in to a particular area. The same in the Chesapeake, the same everywhere you discover this sense of wow as the landscape unfolds.