Fighting for territory

Tue 27 May 2014 17:15
Tuesday, 27th May, 2014, 11.43 local time, 17.43 GMT daylight time.
Position 28:13N 63:14W. That's about 260 miles south of Bermuda.
I've started my history of the origins of WW1, I hope that it does not prove too unreadable: one fact per page or less suits my brain just fine these days. However it serves to illustrate that there seems to be a battle of sorts right here as different weather systems fight over ownership of this corner of the Sargasso Sea (and am I now in the fabled Bermuda triangle?) Today I am in an easterly airstream, yesterday westerly, tomorrow perhaps, westerly again. And at each front battle certainly rages: cannon fire and thick smoke, well thunder squalls at any rate, mark our transition from one occupying power to another. There is much to be done: the squalls bring wind, sometimes lots, sometimes not much, but I reef down anyway. Afterwards it is calm for a few hours, but uncomfortable as the seas whipped up by the squall toss us about. It is usually best to motor a bit, as the forward momentum seems to stablise the boat (?like riding a bike? I've forgotten all  my physics!). My masthead wind sensor is on the  blink, I think water gets in with each squall, so it is wildly inaccurate, just at a time when the wind strength and direction, which in settled conditions becomes quite intuitive,  would actually be quite helpful. If we get many more showers it wiill be permanently damaged, but I'm not going back up that darned mast at sea unless my life really does depend on it ever again!
So progress is rather slow, and after a really brisk start we are down to 80 odd miles per day. Tomorrow it looks particularly quiet on the gribs, and thus probably squally all over. Vicky is getting these blogs: she has offered to send me her hi tech weather info, But I have really no idea just how much data my system can handle, or what the consequences of an overload would be. I do know that we users are told repaetedly to warn correspondents against sending attachments.
Anyway if it gets really miserable I can motor to Bermuda from here, leaving a not very green and rather expensive footprint in my wake of course!
Geoff Fisher writes to tell my of the latest sailing disasters around the North Atlantic, he is so encouraging... Anyway Geoff, about the most unlikely thing to drop off this boat is the keel, given the overall design and construction, unless maybe we get a direct hit from one of these wretched cannons!