A foggy day in The Bay of Biscay,

A wet, grey day. Ørnulf serves Scottish porridge at 0-nine-hundred. The seas have calmed. Just a gentle Atlantic swell. But enough wind to sail, force 3 and 4. Then "Babette" is becalmed as we're swallowed up by swirling fog. By now we're pretty good with the radar and can see the bulk carriers and fishing boats a long way off.

A quiet afternoon, Ørnulf gets a haircut. Later I make Norwegian pancakes, and bring out the raspberry preserves.

Now we are halfway over to Spain and time to exchange the Irish courtesy flag with the Spanish one. Ørnulf photographs the event. The sea is still calm and the guitar makes an appearance on deck.

Dinner: fried rashers (Irish bacon), onions, Scottish broth.