One day hove to. Two days beating into a nasty head sea. The maxi-catamaran Orange has paid dearly for the right to take on the fearsome southern latitudes.
At twenty knots on a sea that is once again manageable Bruno Peyron and his boys are all smiles at last. The very deep low that is moving away ahead of their bows is opening the door to the south. The great disturbed westerly flows are beckoning the maxi-catamaran on. Time lost on Orange's score card: a day? A day and a half?? Passing the longitude of Cape Leeuwin next Sunday or Monday will let Orange's men know exactly much the entry ticket to the Screaming Fifties will have cost.
"Another little effort and we should be able to worm our way under the nasty secondary low that's been preoccupying us for some days... the cold is back and the boys on watch are taking it in turns at thirty minute stints on the helm under the assault of the fire hoses, " said Bruno Peyton. "The sea is still a bit crossways on. It's damp on board but it's the price to pay for remaining on the right track. The south is living up to its reputation? no surprises!"