As expected, the trade winds have gone on strike (wonder what nationality they could be...??).
Yesterday the crew of Surfing Petrel got punished for having enjoyed several days of fairly easy sailing - there were a lot of large cumulo beasties around, playing havoc with the wind, and so we went through almost the entire sail wardrobe several times over.
Since nightfall there hasn't been much wind at all. Every so often, a cloud comes and sits over Surfing Petrel, removing any last vestige of breeze, leaving the sails slatting horribly in the swell.
Sense of humour a must.
Miranda/ Surfing Peterl