Six hundred miles from the Lizard

A year afloat: to the Caribbean and back
Sam and Alex Fortescue
Sat 13 Aug 2011 10:37
45:23.02N
018:39.88W
 
We must be nearing British shores because it has been raining since sunset. At times just drizzle, but sometimes the sort of downpour which is collected by the bimini and channelled straight down unwary necks. Were we back in Dorset at Mission Control, this would be the sort of weather you scowl at as it drums on the conservatory, before going back to reading the paper, safe in the knowledge that there is absolutely no need to go outside. Obviously someone needs to steer the boat, so we each trudge out into the murk every nine hours for a thre hour stint.
 
That said, we made excellent progress during the night, buzzing along at seven knots. At one point we surfed down a wave and the GPS calculated that it was just 71 hours to Poole at such a speed. Since then the wind has all but died away and we're doing less than three knots. Time for some donking, I think. All the same, we could arrive on the late evening of the 19th August at this rate. We're now barely 600 miles from the Lizard.