Not an especially restful night. Elemiah was rocking and corkscrewing
down the waves.
But this morning we all got up to put the angel up - this time we
managed to have the tack too high and on the wrong way round and the
sheet onto the clew was twisted as well. We brought it down and put
it up the right way and once again we were flying - albeit in the
wrong direction. We are going too far south and I am concerned that
we will get caught in the Azores high which means no wind. After a
couple of hours going to the south east, the wind came round more west
south west and so we were able to tack the angel and now we are flying
along to the north east. It seems very strange with the boat leaning
over in the other direction. All Hannah's books fell out of the shelf.
We have under 400 miles to go to Horta in the Azores and so I am
starting to look up details of the marina etc. Ian is being more far
sighted and looking at places to aim for in Spain or Portugal once we
have finished in Horta.
Hannah and I made hummus for lunch. We all sat out in the cockpit
eating pitta bread and hummus, cheese and apple. Yum yum.
In the afternoon, Curtis and Hannah watched a warm front forming and
march towards us. As it approached, we all rushed out to bring down
the angel - just in time, the wind did an instant 40 degree shift to
the north west and it rained. Now there is little wind at all and so
we are motoring directly towards Horta.
Dinner is in the oven - I'm introducing Curtis and Hannah to the
delights of British school dinner cooking in the form of toad in the
hole (sausages cooked in the oven in a batter). Apparently in North
America, a toad in the hole is a piece of toast with an egg cooked in
the middle of it - quite different. Alas - the toad lived up to its
name and was a right toad. We discovered in the night that the gas
ran out and so I think that explains why it didn't work - the flame in
the oven was not hot enough to cook it properly.