Tory Channel

Tory Channel is one of the drowned valleys that form the Marlborough Sounds in New Zealand. As the principal channel between Cook Strait and the Marlborough Sounds, it is the route taken by inter-island ferries.

Tory Channel lies to the south of Arapawa Island, separating it from the mainland. At its western end it joins the larger Queen Charlotte Sound, which it meets halfway along the latter's length. Its eastern end meets Cook Strait close to the strait's narrowest point.

Tory Channel forms a substantial part of the ferry route between Wellington and Picton. Erosion attributed to the ferries, particularly the new faster ones (now discontinued), has resulted in speed restrictions.

One of the two candidates for the easternmost point in the South Island (along with Cape Campbell) lies at the entrance of Tory Channel. It is called West Head.

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... currents up to 2.5 metres per second (5 knots) across Cook Strait as well as into the Tory Channel ... turbines, each able to produce up to 1.2 MW, near the Cook Strait entrance to Tory Channel ... They claim Tory Channel has tidal flows of 3.6 metres per second with good bathymetry and access to the electricity network ...
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... to 1.2 MW, near the Cook Strait entrance to Tory Channel ... They claim Tory Channel has tidal flows of 3.6 metres per second with good bathymetry and access to the electricity network ...

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