The Life of a Riley

Come morning, up with the spinnaker again. And down again as the wind runs out of breath. Again. More motor-sailing. Lines of clouds march across the sky. Here and there dropping grey curtains of rain. Are we aiming right towards one?

Perfect conditions for whale-spotting in these dolphin,whale and turtle filled waters. Come on, surface! Nope. No whales. (Oh, whale..) Just the occational bird. Meanwhile "Babette" serves another super "English Breakfast" and for dinner, Bacalao. We glide calmly southward, mile for mile,

living the life of a Riley.