After a long, long day with very little wind, we have finally found a zone of fresh northwesterly winds. These are ideal conditions to bring us to the grand banks. Apparently there is still quite a lot of ice and at the moment I think I will sail all around it rather then go look for it. Life on board has been quite pleasant, and now that the boat is well heeled over again, all sort of things fall back into their place (or on the ground, for that matter). Surprising to see that only a few days of light winds relax the need to, at all times, have everything securely seafastened. One of the casualties is the tea pot, which now bears it's war marks. I also almost lost the towing generator. Two nights ago (when we were going at full speed), I suddenly heard a 'new', different noise. Luckily I remembered it, and rushed outside, to find the towing line of the generator entangled in one of the rudders, and well on it's way to cut itself free. I was just in time to get it, and make a new eye in the line after I cut off the damaged part. It's getting short now, I think I will need a new line in Newport.

All this slow going is bad for morale, and it's good to see that I am not the only one to suffer: Marco and Mervyn are also slowed down.

Bart

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