My first photo of the day was taken at 07:54. At first I assumed that it was taken from our overnight mooring, but after looking at other images of the area, I believe we are under way as we seem rather close to the lifeboat station.

Given this second image was taken just 20 seconds later, with the lifeboat station well behind us, and appear to be level with Tate Hill Pier, I am certain we are on our way out of the harbour.

It's now 08:11 and careful study of maps and images of the area reveals this village to be Sandsend. The other thing you notice, compared to yesterday's images, is that the sea lacks the substantial swell that we experienced on the way to Whitby.

Just a minute later and I take a picture over our stern. I still haven't worked out why this image has such a sepia tone to it, when earlier and later images show a clear blue sky.

Another minute passes and I take a further photo. This would seem to indicate we are not under sail but motoring. The ensign hangs limply and what little you can see of the coast through the wheel, suggests we are bolt upright.

It is now 08:43 and things have changed dramatically. Clearly, we have hoisted sails in the last half hour. This is the way I remember whole passage to Hartlepool. Brilliant sunshine with a flat sea and a strong steady offshore breeze.

It's 08:50 and my research tells me this is Runswick Bay. I only remember being captivated by what I took to be old fishing communities separated from the farming villages on top of the cliffs.

It took me ages to work out that this and the next image, taken just three minutes later, are both of Staithes. Here we are looking almost due westwards. The telephoto image foreshortens all the distances and the factories which seem so close are over a mile beyond the village, are the ICL works at Boulby.

It's 09:10 and we're just under half way back to Hartlepool. Now we see Staithes almost due south of us, no longer does it seem swamped by industry and one can understand why it is such an attraction to tourists.

It's 11:39 and the waterfront at Hartlepool is in sight. Yesterday it had taken three and three quarter hours to make the very uncomfortable trip from Hartlepool to Whitby. Today we we not much quicker but it was a far more pleasant a trip.

This and the two following images were taken in an six minute period leading up to 11:58. I'm not sure if there was some discussion on whether it would be fun to see our cook preparing lunch, but I do know that I took them to illustrate how the hob was able to stay upright regardless of how much the boat was heeling.

The hob is no longer aligned with the worktop alongside.

Now we are heeling still further. Clearly, this was at the point before we came to a halt and dropped our anchor.

You may have noticed the little pendulum instrument beside the clock in the photograph of us yesterday while we were waiting for news of when we could leave the marina. Now you can see it's simply so you can report accurately how much the boat was leaning.

Checking images of the area on line I realised this is another extreme telephoto shot of the houses along Hartlepool's Town Wall which runs along one side of the entrance to the town's tidal harbour. We must have been anchored due south of the Banjo and Pilot piers which flank the entrance to the harbour. If they are in the same position today as they were when this photo was taken then the red and green navigation buoys you see are on the seaward side of those two piers. Should I mention the water-skier?

Swinging through 180° we see a umber of sail boats, not all of which I could identify. They were certainly enjoying the strong breeze with the helms out to impress each other even if they weren't formally racing.

The one type I definitely could identify was the Flying fifteen, a design I remember being impressed with while on a fortnight's sailing course in 1966, just before my 18th birthday and memorable First Holiday without my parents.

You might think that a Flying Fifteen would be fifteen feet long. That's its waterline length. Length over all is twenty feet. It's a design dating from 1947 by the famous Uffa Fox. That seems to be a different water sk boat in the background!

Immediately after taking that cluster of dinghy photos we head for the marina lock.

As we approach the lock we see another following us in. It looks as if there were two cruisers that have just left the marina.

We wait a few minutes and a third yacht joins us.

I am on the foredeck taking my last picture of Black Diamond while it seems that yet another boat is also about to join us in the lock.