"Roger, Roger!"

04:30, Shannon’s and Ragnhild’s watch. Enveloped in fog, radars revolving, we alternate motoring and sailing until we get a stable sailable wind at about 8am.
We sail at five to six knots all day, pointed towards Kinsale. Herb ok’s that. ”Roger, Roger!”
More fair winds, then a front or two ahead, he says.

And about a week more of Atlantic sailing.