We've moved!  We're on a different island!  Well, not actually on it - we're at anchor just off Fuerteventura in a place called Las Playitas.  If we don't get the tender out (which we're not going to do) and go-ashore, can we actually say we've been to Fuerteventura?  (Well,  I can 'cos I've been here before - Chris wants to add it to his list, although it doesn't count as an extra country in our Travbuddies competition 'cos it's all Spain).  We're just a couple of hundred metres from the shore and our keel is less than 5 metres from the sea-bed so that's surely close enough?  Although if we are going to touch, I don't want us to be in DecaDance when we do it.  This is our first night at anchor and I'm pretty sure I'm not going to sleep a wink.

Chris is on deck filleting the tuna he caught less than half an hour after leaving Lanzarote.  I bagseyed it for dinner as we had another 6 hours sailing (well motoring actually), but following one broken reel and no luck on the other rod, Chris is either on the tinned stuff or I'll have to share.  Since I'm yet to catch anything, and never going to fillet a fish if I can get away with it, I think it's only fair if I open a tin of Princes dolphin friendly for me...