The sun has come out which makes it easier to believe that we are just off the Sahara, but we are still wearing several layers as it is distinctly chilly.  Progress is good and we are certainly going a fair old pace through the heaving sea and 2 and a half metre waves (causing heaving stomachs) with a fair wind following. 

We have just changed tack which should help the cook considerably because everything stays in the cupboards and tips away from you unlike Bob’s cereal bowl this morning (overfilled by myself because when the boat rocks you lose control over the flow) that tipped itself down my trousers and all over the floor.

Fleur and Haley have started work on their university holiday assignment on Maritime Law.  This is most impressive although I did catch Haley on camera snoozing over a text book, it is obviously a riveting subject.

Bob has been puzzling about the generator and why it is being reluctant to start, so reluctant in fact that the engine had to be started to charge the battery.  Even the engine wouldn’t start in the conventional way and Bob had to switch to the main battery.  It is at times like these that we think very carefully what we would do if we lost all the electrics and had to go back to navigating the Columbus way.  We decided that we would head west, living off beer and Pringles, and hopefully we would bump into some land eventually as opposed to the east where we would simply encounter endless Sahara sand.