Thu 6 Jul 2017 07:13
After a good day's sailing, a windless night. And FOG! Damp and desolate, all-enveloping. More chance of spotting something on the plotter and radar screens that in this murky soup - and we're not talking consomme. At least out here there is not much on the move. We hope.
Consolation is that we are more than half way. Just not enough fuel for another 600 miles.