So, it's the final countdown. As I write, we have less than 90 miles left to go, land is very nearly in sight, the crew can taste the cold beer and the Rum Punch is (hopefully) being brewed. It's as well that we are nearly there, the personal hygiene situation is rapidly deteriorating and there are a few smells floating around that are decidedly iffy. Luckily, the water management has been excellent, and the reward shall be a (very quick) shower for the crew. It's all coming out of the woodwork. Private stashes of wet wipes are being revealed, the last of the fresh milk is finished and, most importantly, the final packet of Percy pigs has been finished. Definitely time to arrive. Of course, the Ocean being a fickle mistress, the wind has dropped and we are now plodding along doing 4 knots. I've also been informed Chelsea lost yesterday and England have lost the first 2 Ashes tests. The lord giveth, and the the lord taketh away. Still, we've managed to get 5 live on the radio and at least the sun is out so it could be worse! As we have not quite reached St.Lucia yet I shall hold off making any final comments as I'm superstitious like that, but what I will say is that we expect to arrive at around 4 in the morning - which sort of befits the voyage really. Until then it will be an afternoon to reflect, savour and enjoy. Happy Sunday all, I know ours is!