The weather gods were kind. The winds stayed pretty much easterly and as we rounded Ushant the boys were informed that there would be a fairly gentle Biscay Crossing. This trial had loomed large in several imaginations, not ameliorated by maternal forebodings, but turned out to be that most wonderful, and boring of sails, a motor-sail.

We had some lovely Tapas is the sun.

Later in the voyage, when the wind got up, we had a chance to test the non-slip qualities of our table mats. Hen recorded that a flat plate would sheer off at 51 degrees off the horizontal. He will be wasted reading History at Uni.