On the way to Suworrow we were visited by a bird (a Shearwater?) who ignoring much more suitable perches attempted to land on a blade of a stationary wind generator, the resulting spin must have given us a couple of watts and caused us much amusement, before settling on the spinnaker pole uphaul. Why we wondered did it not choose the pole itself or even better the redundant main boom which was lying unused, a prefect resting spot for a weary flyer. The sail was five days of classic trade wind sailing with the spinnaker up punctuated by a couple of exhilarating rides through squalls.