Gibraltar is a fascinating place - a result of territorial squabbles, vibrant commerce, and of course tourism. Yesterday, we climbed its famous rock, passing ancient tunnels, lime kilns, gun emplacements, monuments and castles. At every step upwards, the views just get better and better until eventually, at the top, you can see all the way up the coast to Marbella, across the Straights to Morocco & Algeria, down on to the classic buildings of the Naval Dockyard, north towards Sierra Nevada, and over to the bustling port of Algeciras. In between lie tankers, oil rigs and container ships at anchor, awaiting their instructions as to where in the world they are headed next. 

Tomorrow, we'll be picking up fuel and heading out in to the Western Med. The routine of night watches, regular sail changes, disjointed mealtimes and damp clothing will resume, but all this is second nature to us now. Having been at sea for over 10 days, we now know eachothers strengths and weaknesses, topics of favoured conversation, sleeping patterns, favourite chocolate bars, and how we like our tea. It's time to get back to it.