Overnight the wind just disappeared and left us wallowing. Déja vu all over again? So it’s me and Olleanna racing thousands of bluebottle type floating creatures that cover the sea around here like nature’s version of bubble wrap. I think they’re floating faster though. 430 miles to Horta, but it may as well be 4300 at this pace! So it’s going to be a long day at the tiller for me as the wind, such as it is, boxes the compass and teases with little zephyrs.
