Thursday 22 June – It’s not the leaving of Louisbourg that grieves me …

Left Louisbourg at about 7 in the morning, feeling our way out of the foggy bay via radar, to the mournful mooing of the unseen cow at the lighthouse. Looking back where the two headlands form the invisible entrance, we had sailed out beneath the arch of a dense white fogbow into the sunshine.
In the sky are skytrails of aircraft, zipping their way back to Canada.
Fog crawled up on us later, as we set sails – fog and wind. Wind coming up from the prevailing south-west about 15-20 knots. Jack sets a course going East …