Blue sky again. Not here! Grey, cloudy. Drizzle at the point of beginning. No, the blue sky we see is the 116m2 blue sailcloth we are buried in. With these very light winds we pulled the carpet up on deck and hoisted. Furled in. Furled out. Removed the top down furl wartel (what is wartel in english?). She is flying again and doubled our speed with the little wind that came with (beautiful orange) sunset. Sponged another four full buckets of water from the living.
Now enjoying cappucino and trying to melt the Nutella in a thermocup. Serving Nutella in slices is not how it is meant to be served.
Floris & JanKees