Yesterday morning we reached halfway, the point of no return, and finally feel like we're in the Trade Winds as the breeze has picked up to a constant 20-25 knots. This makes for some great sailing but is not very conducive to sleeping with the rolling motion actually worsening. It always seems to be a bit calmer and quieter in the late afternoon, lulling everyone into a false sense of security. Forget katabatic winds, Mistrals and Meltimis.....come 18.00 the 'Dinner wind' sets in, kicking up an extraordinary violent motion that coincides with the serving of dinner.
We had a very pleasant day in the sunshine, celebrating St. Andrews Day at lunchtime with some excellent MacSween haggis (thank you Sandy & Beth for smuggling into Las Palmas), a tot of whisky and the pipes playing 'Highland Cathedral'. All was fine until we discussed the ingredients of haggis with our game Belgian crew members...
And today, apparently, is 'Bifocal at the Monitor Liberation Day'...not quite sure what to make of that...