This is a land of high cliffs and wild water. On Boxing Day each year a flotilla of yachts leaves Sydney harbour in a race to get to Hobart. The maxi yachts get there in just under two days ( just) depending on the weather. Getting line honours - being the first to arrive, is always a big thing, although the outright winner is judged on a variety of handicap features. Don't ask me those. Anyway, the coastline isn't one where one can just drive down to the coast to watch the yachts rounding the heads. It took us two hours of solid walking to get here. I looked out to see and saw this yacht. I couldn't judge its size, nor could I see any distinguishing features. It was only after it passed in front of us and turned to go up into Storm Bay which is the entrance to the Derwent, that we saw the spinnaker and realised it was one of the race yachts. Even then, not being keen followers of the race, we didn't know which one. It was only on reviewing my photos, that I realised it was the newest major entry into the race from the U.S.,Comanche. That night, we found out that the lead yacht, Wild Oats XI had beaten Comanche by less than an hour. Unfortunately we didn't see Wild Oats pass by. Occasionally, the smaller yachts take more than a week to arrive in Hobart.