78 14.20 N,13 47.00 E

Dynekilian was wet and damp when we awoke to find the wind once more just on

our noses. We crept out past the rocks - holding our breath again as we

passed within about 15 metres of those visible on the surface. We were more

worried about the ones that we couldn't see however. We were successfully

clear of the rocks after 20 minutes using a back bearing to our previous

nights' way point - we could then set sail for Trygghamna where we made a

final attempt to see foxes, the mammalian wildlife having been in short

supply on our trip North. The sail round the corner was pleasant although

damp - we've become accustomed to the fine weather of the far north and this

damp mizzle is reminiscent of Scotland. No foxes sadly so we made our own

entertainment romping back from the foot of the Alkhornet across the foot of

a glacier and a braided river. The rocks were full of ores, iron and layers

on layers of mineral deposits. We disturbed an Arctic Skua who bombed us for

a bit but without the apparent malicious intent of the terns. Back at the

boat Fiona's old hiking boots finally gave their last and were committed to

a viking burial by filling with petrol and setting them on-fire before

floating them off.

The sail back to Longyearbjen was wet but uneventful except for the fact

that Peter now has to return home so plans were made for his departure form

Longyearbyen tomorrow morning. We will be sad to lose his company and help.