Ooops, forgot to change the position on our last blog, we did move - honestly, I'll edit when we get to land.

It was tuna, and it was delicious.  If I'd have known it was tuna, I'd have cooked it differently and it would have been nicer, but, even so, Rob ate it all and he's not a big fan of fish.

Then we had lasagne, hand made by somebody in a factory somewhere, with salad and Heinz baked beans, which I'd gift wrapped for Chris and put under the tree, 'cos at €1.75 a tin he'll only be eating them once a year.  Despite the unconventional food and setting, it was a traditional Christmas dinner in that we were all stuffed to busting at the end.  I couldn't tempt the boys with Ambrosia rice pudding, or tinned peaches or even Magnum Mini ice-creams.  I had a "not even a waffer thin mint, sir?" battle with the After Eights.

After Rob had gone to bed there was a bit of a panic we thought might ruin our wonderful day; an unknown loud double-beep sounding every few minutes.  Unknown beeps on a boat are very disconcerting - the first time some one sent us a text message on our satellite phone we checked everything from the bilges to the batteries in a growing state of panic - but after Christmas Day's battle of the bilges, even more so.  Unusually, it wasn't coming from the main panel, more from the galley area, so Chris and I watched the smoke detectors and gas alarm, waiting for the next beeps.  The next set came from just behind me, from inside the galley cupboard, and I cringed with recognition.  I can now tell you the beeps were exactly four and a half minutes apart and that I'm in search of an alternative method of timing my breakfast...

I spied land ahoy at 08:20 this morning just as we were topping up with diesel.  We've had a cooked breakfast in the sun, and Rob has just got a mobile signal and finally spoken to Rozzie so everyone is happy.

Just a few hours to go before we finally reach port...