Day 3 – Noon May 8^th to Noon May 9^th

Funny old night – the visibility dropped quite a bit and the horizon was difficult to see despite the presence of thousands of stars. There was definitely a bit of an eerie feel to the night shift. Graham started to imagine people climbing over the transom and it was easy to appreciate the Bermuda triangle rumours about boats that had disappeared for decades suddenly appearing out of nowhere.

Still we survived ok - although everyone is having lots of weird dreams at the moment. Sleep deprivation and getting up at strange hours does funny things to you and Graham has already spent one night with his trousers on backwards. He must have been still asleep when he did up the zip and it came as a great surprise at the end of his shift when he found it behind him!

The wind has now started to drop off and worse still shifted around to the North. We’re refusing to use the motor so we’re  having to sail in a less than favourable direction. At one point we even thought about stopping for a swim but Pat made some hot bread rolls which lifted morale and swimming never happened.

Personally I blame the new helmsman who took us 40 miles to the West while the rest of us were asleep. You just can’t get decent crew anymore. Not only that but our daily distance was the worst yet at 117 and a lot of them were in the wrong direction!

I guess we’ll just have to claw it all back tomorrow.

Paul - Peejay