Still cracking along, with an outside chance of making Bermuda by Sunday nightfall. The wind held all through the night, died a little just after dawn, but after an hour of motoring filled in to 20 knots again. Then after a brief period of 30 knots, it fell away to 10 knots or so, and now the engines rumbling away pushing us onwards north. The weather is stunning with a calm blue, blue sea occasionally decorated with long lines of Sargasso weed. The last hour has seen the whole crew washed and scrubbed sitting with legs dangling from the swimming step – much needed and very refreshing.

Knot of the day – rolling hitch

Bowling along in the breeze, Liv on helm, Pete trimming

View from the port side (similar view to starboard)