It was a day pretty much like yesterday – heading west with 15 knots from behind. The Autopilot is behaving herself, for the moment anyway. Probably just lulling us into a false sense of security.

We landed a 5kg striped tuna around 11AM, and it promptly became lunch, pan fried with a salad. About two thirds went into the freezer as steaks and sashimi for another day.

Not long before midnight, sailing under a 33% waxing moon, our first Atlantic squall – heavy rain that lasted no more than a minute. Just enough to wash some of the dust from the Saharan dust cloud (that coats everything with a light brown sticky residue) onto the decks. We’ll find out soon enough…