Good sailing up until a few moments ago. We were racing along at the breakneck speed of 6+ knots for a lot of the night and most of the morning. We finally got to see our dolphins – twice and lots of them. Acrobatic ones and the racing ones in swimming in our bow wave (such as it is). When they got bored and swam away we realised that the wind had died and that we were wallowing along at about one knot which is the speed of the current at the moment.

 

Michaela thought she was in the park and fed the birds with some stale bread! We’re not sure what they were – the closest picture in our bird book suggests sooty shearwaters. In any case I’m quite sure that bread is not part of their staple diet – being sea birds and all that – I imagine some of them blowing up with the bread and becoming too fat to fly!

 

Lots of shooting stars last night and some speckled bioluminescence.

 

We have 230 miles to go – another two days- to Fernando do Noronha all being well.

 

P, L, M & MP.S.

 

P.S. I now have a furrow along the top of my head from wildly swinging pineapples. The sooner they’re eaten the better!