Third day at sea

Following our rumbline towards Porto Santo we sail up another sailboat, going more or less our way. Nice company in a mostly empty sea. But now this sail has vanished beneath the stern horizon.

We are blown along by the same strong winds, more from the NW, but my sea-legs are back. Scottish oatmeal porridge with raisins, that's what convinces my stomach it can live on a boat.

Just add seasickness tablets.