We made our hoosh at 7.30 a.m.

Then we loaded up the boat and gave her a flying launch down the steep beach into the surf.

Heavy rain had fallen in the night and a gusty north- westerly wind was now blowing, with misty showers.

The 'James Caird' headed to the sea as if anxious to face the battle of the waves once more.

We passed through the narrow mouth of the cove with the ugly rocks and waving kelp close on either side, turned to the east, and sailed merrily up the bay as the sun broke through the mists and made the tossing waters sparkle around us.