Stores remain well stocked indeed following the discovery of enormous quantities of fruit juice hidden in one of the cabins the crew has been ordered to drink fruit juice at every opportunity, sadly no order can overturn the natural desire for beer at every opportunity.
The wind has at last set fair and we made fine time and cast a fine bow wave
as we made our way south from Hamilton towards the Solway passage (noted on the charts to be particularly dangerous) and into Whitehaven Beach (the handbrake turn into the anchorage was much appreciated by all the sailors watching). Immediately after luncheon as we explored northwards along Whitehaven Beach the helm (Chief Buffon) was somewhat perturbed as two seaplanes appeared from under the sail leading the helm to observe, “I don’t mind watching out for other yachts but bloody planes is a bit bloody much” and for the First Lieutenant to observe that it was like Heathrow.
A quick reconnaissance of this fantastic beach (passim)
was all we could squeeze in before sailing over to our overnight berth on Chalkie’s beach. The usual shore party discovered a splendid little beach with unspoilt forest stretching away beyond it. 
Our anchor horlicks of the day was to drop the anchor on some coral causing a shocking amount of damage.
Overall 20 knots under the belt and morale is very high, particularly following the discovery of another 2 crates of beer.
The injury report for today is limited to the First Lieutenant’s apparent heart attack but a healthy puke over the side seemed to set him right.
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