Yesterday afternoon, we finally reached the end of the Ice gate we had been skirting the edge of for the past 600-miles. It was a bit of an anti-climax as we turned around theoretical point in the sea, no marks, no race committee, no rocks, no land, no competitors but, still a mark of the race course. We put up the spinnaker and started heading south and almost instantly the temperatures started to drop and the ‘extreme’ thermals from Artemis Offshore Academy’s technical sponsor, Musto, made their grateful debut last night.
Things are going smoothly on board, other than a couple chafe problems with halyards up the mast, we are happily pushing along in 2nd place. We have lost out a bit to the leaders in the last couple days, but we are now back on the chase to try and make back the miles from the slippery French (sorry Miranda) at the front. Equally under pressure from the advancing kiwis on BSL about 10-miles behind us. A small scare yesterday morning after Conrad rolled on his Ankle, but thankfully that was short lived after a lack of sympathy from me, a few drugs and a rest.
The latest food scandal on board is the disappointing discovery that the deceivingly named Pasta in Bella Italia Cheese sauce should be called Carbonara with no bacon.
We have our advent calenders up on the wall and slowly but surely we are ticking off the days till Christmas, with 5200miles still to go it is likely we will have Christmas at sea and hopefully shortly afterwards.
The Albatrosses are impressing me more now, I have got over my cynical first impressions, a big seagull, and now am starting to admire their size and elegance.
All for now form Sam onboard Cessna Citation