It was all hands on deck last night (except for the cook who stayed firmly in her bunk) as the horrendous combination of constant wind and swell continued to snatch sadistically on each of the stern ropes in quick succession, over and over again.  On the third night the ropes started disintegrating under the brutal onslaught.  We are doubled up everywhere with every rope we can lay our hands on.

We have spent yet another morning waiting for Caesar.  (Bob has run out of little jobs which makes him start looking for things to do in my territory. I have so far repelled most attempts at rummaging in my cupboards).  It has at least given us the chance to exchange details with two other yachts, Bandit and Innomorata, who will be crossing in roughly the same timeframe. It will be reassuring when we are in the  middle of nowhere to know that there is somebody out there.  

In anticipation of a promised imminent departure the girls and I did a supermarket run not finding anything much to buy but we did find Caesar propped up at the bar having a coffee.  We extracted yet another certainement promise from him to be there at “midi”.  At “midi et demi” you probably heard the trumpets sound and the roar of the crowds as Caesar arrived, thumbs up, with a part.  The part was a capacitor, roll back to Bob’s original diagnosis.  As I have been typing, Caesar has been installing the capacitor.  We hope it will do the trick.  To be honest we can’t wait to get out of here!