Charlie and Shane had their first taste of night sailing with a spinnaker,
and showed their helming skills off to perfection... and managed to sail
between and around the squalls... Ricardo and James took over and the
squall found them.... Time for a drop. All hands on deck... first
spinnaker drop for Charlie and James, at night, mid-Atlantic (ish) and with
20+ knots of true breeze... Ed was raised like Lazarus from his sick bed to
take the helm, and Richard ran the deck... a text book drop!
We're carrying on west now, waiting for the wind to go easterly and hope
that we can drop south in front of the fleet. St Lucia is a mere 2400 miles
a away.... Are we there yet?