Three days out from Lymington we set sight of Cap Finisterre and all aboard can breathe a pretty audible sigh of relief about having crossed the Bay.

That, of course, was the queue for the wind to pick up. We pushed the boys up onto the foredeck and JE did a pretty good bosun's job of getting them to make a sail change (jib down, secondary genoa up) and pole-out to get the boat running dead downwind. We recorded some nice 9+ knot hours as we powered our way south. Sun shone all the way. The dolphins came out. Schnoogle/Gaylord slept.