We were racing against Hesper when suddenly the wind fell light. The agitated sea took on a glassy appearance, and although our sails hung lifelessly, our heavy-displacement boats carried their way for some distance. Here, Hesper’s bow turns the water over as she continues to cut through the distorted mirror of the sea. Shortly afterwards the wind picked up markedly, driving us on with too much sail to the port of Fowey, Cornwall. Hesper arrived first, in spite of the fact that we were averaging more than ten knots.