Resolute of Thames - Wind-less.

Just as we were doing so averagely....overnight there was a big downpour of rain after which the wind failed to show. We initially turned Evil Engine on for a burst - we needed to charge everything anyway but after breakfasting...still no wind. Grumbling Skipper subsumed himself in weather forecasts and declared we were indeed in a hole with little prospect of wind for several days. We worked out how much fuel we had and how many miles that would allow us to cover and immediately turned the engine off as with about 1250 miles to go to St Lucia and no wind in any direction within striking distance the realisation dawned on us that motoring was a futile act. So here we are with very little wind and every sail we own to the fore to try to utilise it (well, actually at the moment the full main and genoa) and, as those of you following us on the Yellow Brick will have gleaned, we are doing about half our average speed but are thankful to be moving forwards at all. The upside is that it is absolutely glorious...an everlasting twinkling counterpain of blue, constantly undulating with swell on which we gently rise and fall. The sky continues the seamless blue theme of course, smudged with a mere suggestion of white thin clouds here and there.
Enough day-dreaming...more Paul Hollywood bread to be made....throwing calorific caution to the wind...if there was any of course! We're getting there..so's Christmas and at this rate I know who is likely to get there first!
G.