FOG, FOG, FOG.
No beautiful dawn.
Light airs and port motor supporting the sails but Chief did bring me a cuppa to my bunk at the start of my watch 0700.
The wind has blown up enough for a beautiful sail to the sight of land but the crew will not make landfall as we steer north to home.
Fabio has found his passport, phew. My muesli greek yoghurt with honey and black filter coffee has won more critical acclaim for breakfast. Chief feels with high morale and enough food for 4 (we remember Fran do you?) we should press on through the waters with Dolphins and Whales to fond welcome of family and friends.
So onwards out into The North Atlantic Ocean.
Ever onwards to the precious stone set in a silver sea
The sceptered isle.
The earth of majesty, the seat of Mars,
The other Eden, demi-paradise,
The blessed plot, the earth, the realm, England,
Our home.
For those interested in our passage plan.
We will be hoisting the Spinnaker 1200 Saturday changing course for 352 degrees Magnetic to sail 12 hours to Finnestaire. In the night we will drop Spinnaker hoist main sail change course for Falmouth. It is about 0200am Sunday we will loose mobile signal and maybe Marine Traffic too.
We expect to make Falmouth noon on Wednesday.
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