It's just past sunrise on what should be our last day of the RORC Transatlantic Race - 30 miles to the waypoint south of Grenada and a few miles more to the finish. The stunning night was only interrupted by one squall packing 40 knots, and one gybe which also included the usual rearrangement of the interior decor.
Yesterday we made the most of the watermaker, loads of fresh water heated in the sunshine - showers in the cockpit rather than at the back given the waves. Being clean was of course only short-lived. Salty all over again after an alteration with the spinnaker which had been reefed but the zip which holds all the cloth in unzipped itself, effectively turning itself into a masthead sail being flown from a fractional halyard, and therefore dangerously close to the water. If we are flying a reefed sail, it's generally because conditions dictate it, and therefore retrieving the sail intact on deck can be slightly challenging. And wet!
The VHF has just crackled into life for the first time in almost 2 weeks. Reading the Sailing Instructions for the finish procedure is now allowed.
Campagne de France