Serendipity is the white dot you can see on
the horizon. Nearly four hundred miles covered and there is still
only a mile between us. Neither of us is slowing down to let the
other catch up so it must just be serendipity (you can blame Andrea for
The trampoline is a good place for getting some sun, but Andrea is
hard to please. At our current speed (9 knots) there is
apparently not enough spray coming up through the trampoline to keep
her cool. Never mind, we should be getting 22-25 knot winds from
tomorrow night so there will be plenty of spray then.
Andrea made brioche in the breadmaker today and it is sitting on the
draining board cooling off. Time to go and eat it, I think.