Chapter 73

For the first five miles or so beyond Hengestbury Head it was easy going, for after each heavy gust of rain the light appeared again, and I had not veered too much in the interval. (Whether there were an inset to this bay I had forgotten, and I could not leave the tiller to go below and read my directions. But if there were it had not affected me, though we were on the flood.) As we came nearer to the light the difficulty increased, because it was essential to keep in that direction, and the recurrent blankets of r…