Slow old progress today.  After such a sustained and fabulous wind yesterday it has dropped like a stone and after light winds all morning we are back to having to motor this afternoon and probably all evening, in fact possibly all night.  The problem is, under motor, that if you keep the mainsail up it flaps and cracks like a whip until you think it is going to rip itself up a seam but without it we just rock and roll... and rattle as dwindling supplies no longer fill the cupboards to capacity.

Everyone is tired after being back on three hours on and six hours off watch.  It is amazingly tiring too when it is blowing a force 6 on  a sustained basis because everything you do takes so long and requires balancing skills up to full circus standard.  People have been known to fall asleep in the middle of reading at all times of the day.  In Bobs case the Kindle is always falling on his face, which we are quite used to, but Haley fell asleep today while reading a book about sextants, with pencil poised and notebook in hand.

We are not sure how best to use our last few days but have decided to go between Lanzarote and Fuerteventura, then follow the lea coast down and then cut across to the bottom of Gran Canaria to Puerto Mogan.  We are still not 100% certain that we have a berth when we get there as we still have not received the promised voucher, although they appear to have gobbled up our deposit money quite greedily.