We could have spent a glorious sunny day at the wooden boat festival in Hobart, instead we had checked out with customs and were motoring down the channel and out into a confused and lumpy swell. After 6 weeks of cruising these protected waters it was a rude awakening. Everything that is loose rolls around, tins bang in cupboards, and it is hard to keep your feet when the boat is rolling from side to side. Dinner was a non-event. Eventually the wind filled in and we were able to sail, albeit in a drunken rolling manner as our course was dead down wind. A rolly polly uncomfortable first night. Dawn and the sun broke the horizon with a smile. A gybe and the course is more comfortable so now we are flying along.