Northward Bound!

Due North, and, wind permitting, a tad East. It's getting a bit chilly as we climb North. And we climb into long trowsers for the night watches. We've pulled the quilts out of storage. The days have grown slightly longer, too. And more tolerable. No more mad dash to the one shady spot under the solar panel.
The wind's still out of the North-East where The Azores lie, so we push North. As Herb advises "Sedna" to do, too.

We're both waiting for the Westerlies.