The nights are now very well lit by an almost full moon making sail changes
that much easier. Until about 4am that is, when it goes very, very dark.
This means you can't see the approaching squalls and the first you know
about them is the dramatic wind shift followed by a few spots of rain.
This happened last night, and we decided to take the spinnaker down as a
precaution. Something went wrong with the drop and we shredded it into lots
of smaller spinnakers! We don't have a blame culture on board, but we all
know it was Paul's fault (he was actually in bed at the time). So tonight
we're being even more cautious - we still have a strong position in the
race, and we need to cross the finish line successfully before we can claim
it. That means still having a working boat!
We think we've had our last Wayfarer experience, so we're contemplating
throwing the rest of the cutlery overboard now. We've still got plenty of
cake, although George complained last night that the cake tasted a bit
salty. He'd grabbed a handful of leftover cous cous from the galley
With just over 100 miles to go to St. Lucia, this will be the last of my
ramblings, unless I get all creative after a few glasses of rum punch.
Thanks to everyone who has been following our progress - hopefully you've
been inspired, perhaps horrified, and maybe a few of you will join us on the
ARC with Global Yacht Racing next year.
Global Yacht Racing