We needed to get to Gibraltar for Lizzie to get a flight home and Richard Clark to join me. Fortunately overnight the wind had dropped and gone around to the west. The bad news was that it was barely any wind and it was foggy, with visibility less than 100m for at least half the journey. It cleared up enough in the strait of Gibraltar which is only 8 miles across at Tarifa, to see the African coast and mountains, and then the rock of Gibraltar looming up too

We had to do our first Mediterranean mooring in the Queensway Quay Marina, which went reasonably well. The boat lies with its stern tied off against a pontoon and two ropes secured on the sea bed hold the bow off the pontoon, as we had the dinghy on davits at the back we dropped the dinghy into the water first and towed it at the bow.