Shetland wool and foul-weathe gear

More motor-sailing, three hours. But soon we're sailing, goose-winged, again. We're particularly pleased with "Lille-Per", wind-pilot, who has learned to steer so well down-hill!

Oernulf does dinner today, too. A once-frozen chicken filet fried with some of our stores of fresh vegetables. It´s just exactly piping-hot when the skies decide to open up. So, hand-steering through the mostly windless deluge, the dinner has to be warmed up again. Not quite the dry clouds of fine Sahara sand we feared.

During my night-watch I have a warm Shetland sweater on and have fished out all my foul-weather gear from the North Sea sailing locker! Maybe we´re just a bit too acclimatized to the balmy southern nights?