Good morning dear reader, another blameless day dawns as we finally hoist a spinnaker and head West towards our goal.

Among the requests for information, too numerous to mention, is an insight as to the diet that keeps five highly tuned athletes at peak performance to deal with the “extreme and arduous” conditions served up by the mid Atlantic.

The morning starts with compulsory exercise requiring each crew member to get out of bed unaided. A meagre breakfast is gratefully consumed and is a choice of orange juice cereal, fresh fruit and or eggs and bacon, coffee and tea.

The morning is our most active time with the majority  the crew being able to stay awake following a nights slumber, the Owner, rather like an annoying mosquito buzzers around finding jobs until such time as someone swats him.

Lunch, the main social occasion of the days then looms on the horizon. we have eaten a varied and excellent menu.

The Owner, that well known connoisseur of fine wine has excelled himself having scoured the back streets of Las Palmas for a particularly, some would say, cheeky vin de table.  Others would tell the truth and call it abusive. Save to say it is a 20 litre box costing $3 per litre, there is a warning on the box to get it away from small children and varnished surfaces.

High drama dear reader the fishing reel has started running and the whole crew is engaged in landing the monster. It is landed a 30 pound dorado, video footage may be available eventually.

With all this excitement your humble correspondent signs off from the good ship Patience as we prepare for a fish lunch, supper, breakfast, lunch ..................