Photo-op!

A slightly squally morning, we're sailing with rain and 2,5 knots one minute, roaring along at about 7knots the next.
And who should roar up beside us? "Jobber"! We get a lot of good photos of the large ketch with all her three sails billowing.
We're both bouncing, in and out of waves. So there are photos showing half-boats, diagonal horizons, just a bit of mast. Delete, delete! There are two or three good photos, too. The joys of digital photography: lots of ammunition.

Light southerlies the rest of the day. We climb out of our lethargy and set up the big blue, purple and white genaker. Lots of rope-spaghetti to organize, first. Finally, all the halyards in place, we raise it. And, miracle, there she billows, tugging us along, an extra half knot faster. In the slight breath of wind.

Yes, I think we will make it to The Azores.