Hurrah
We've just gone thru our 300 miles to go to our way point mark (assuming we can actually sail the shortest course, umm...)
Anyway, tonight we break out the miniature G&Ts and that nice cigar I've been saving for this occasion.
It's very hot and the wind wants to be dead astern, not something Annie is very impressed with.
Today we really hung out the bunting by washing our smalls and other items of clothing that we've worn damp for days. We've stopped talking about pantries, by-the-way, and started talking about old fashioned laundries
instead. The kind that sent your dad's shirts back in a heavy cardboard box, all starched and smelling fresh - nothing like what's hanging off our guard rails at all.
Peter