Skirting the South Atlantic High, keeping an eye on the barometer. At times it is getting pretty light and just as I think I should bail out and gybe away, the wind picks up again, tempting me to continue on my route to the southeast, which after all is where we should all be heading. There are a few small clouds in an otherwise clear moonlit night. If the clouds disappear, the wind will probably do the same.
It was baking hot yesterday, the sun beating into the cockpit, and turning anything black (the winches etc) too hot to touch. Dinner at sunset al fresco in the cockpit. Life not too bad. In a few days time it will be considerably cooler, so no complaints!
Miranda/ Campagne de France
