The northerly breeze persisted till midnight, and we motored a fair bit. Poor Kelly tried to sleep through the rumble of the engine and the occasional slamming into the short sharp chop whipped up by the pesky sea breeze.

I stayed up till midnight, sailing hard on the wind but still being pushed further and further offshore and into the current. We were now losing two knots to the south setting current. My patience was rewarded when the forecast westerlies appeared exactly as forecast around midnight. I trimmed a course that would take us closer inshore and then woke Kelly as I was by now feeling more than ready for bed.

I briefed Kelly at length (she’d be justified in digging up the “does a bear know how to shit in the woods” reply again!) and then hit the quarter berth…