Scarborough to Ramsgate

 Finally the weather gods, the winds, and the laws of physics aligned, and we set sail one evening on the high tide around 18:30. About a day and a half to our next port, Ramsgate, on England's extreme southeast point. We crew were really looking forward to a longer passage than the day-hops we'd been having. Getting the ship ready takes several hours. All the posters and placards and artifacts we use to explain the ship when we're open to the public were stowed away, the gangway was disassembled and brought on deck, the dinghy came aboard. Antennas and navigation instruments were redeployed. Finally we were ready. 

That formal dining/conference table in the Zona Noble, ready for sea. The table itself is permanently bolted to the floor, the chairs are tied to it. Looks funky but it works.

Safety practice: fire hose drill. 

As we left Scarborough Harbour I noted the blue hulled boat behind the yellow hulled boat named "Magic." The blue one has the unfortunate (or maybe it was deliberate?) registration number of "SH17."

The passage itself was uneventful. You'll notice from these pictures that the sails were up -- there was no wind so it was a motor trip. (But better too little wind than too much!)

New meets old: I love these anachronistic juxtapositions. Anyway after some maneuvering and a tiptoe entry at high tide which happened to be 02:30 am we’re snugly docked in a marina in Ramsgate.

Our ancient wind-powered ship passes a modern wind farm off the coast between England and Netherlands

 The stern lantern that would have been held an oil lamp for illumination in the original — although to me, burning oil + wooden ship + rocking and rolling at sea = not a great combination. Now it’s illuminated by a large LED bulb. Also note the modern laptop in the bridge behind the massive spoked wheel.