After a couple of days of rest (ha!) in Shelburne, we headed off this morning for Liverpool, the port of the privateers. It was crystal clear when we left the dock, but, as we exited the bay, the mists gathered and turned into a pretty respectable fog. A few miles later, the fog thinned out and we had beautiful weather, running downwind (That's Tahu Le'a running, in the pic) until we approached Western Head, the entrance to Liverpool Bay. The Bay was guarded by another fogbank and it got quite thick before suddenly, as we entered the inner bay, we passed out of the fog and into clear sunshine for docking at the local marina. The "transient" dock was almost fully occupied by fishing boats, but they made room for Tahu Le'a and we rafted off of her. With luck, we will reach our new homeport tomorrow!

(44 03.012'N 64 41.465'W)