We are on the home stretch now and hoping to be in glorious Cape Town by Thursday. Fingers crossed, I’ve had enough of the damp now.

I have been doing a lot of helming over the last few days and I am loving it! Surfing the waves is very cool – a bit like body boarding but on a 30 tonne boat. I made a minor error yesterday though, I saw a massive wave coming at the boat so my instinct was to duck – not a good idea when on the helm! My instinct down below is also to duck when I hear a massive wave breaking over the deck – what an idiot I must look like in my Nora Batty long johns ducking all over the place.

We had an amazing sight the other night – we spotted some shooting white lights in the water next to us and realised that there was a pod of dolphins swimming next to us covered in phospherence which is glow in the dark weed. An absolutely extraordinary thing to experience. The albatrosses are still following us from Punta – I can’t decide if they are protecting us or laughing at us amateurs! They seem to like the boat though.

My haven is my bunk – probably not a word you’d use to describe it if you saw it but it is so cosy in my sleeping bag. I literally get into my sleeping bag in all my clothes (I haven’t changed my socks for a week now, I think I’ll have to cut them off when I get to CT) and pull it right up over my head. Usually when I am doing this Medders (who sleeps above me) is muttering away about his wet feet. His boots and socks are permanently soaking – he calls his boots his puddle plodders. One of his ways of trying to rectify this problem is to refill ration packs with hot water and make mini hot water bottles – this works until they explode as one did in the galley! I discovered this morning that my boots are also wet, but because I have amazing waterproof socks (about 50 pairs) my feet haven’t been wet at all – sorry Medders.

As I was writing this I heard the most almighty crash and I went into the galley to find that the cutlery drawer had careered across the kitchen as we have leaned over. The Tailor of Gloucester is now on his hands and knees (in his dry suit) collecting cutlery. Talking of the galley, Mr Blanks made us the most delicious breakfast today, I am really going to miss him, not just for his domestic abilities but also for his happy banter!

I came off a particularly cold night watch earlier, it was bitter. I did some grinding, press ups and jogging on the spot, but still couldn’t feel my feet for 3 hours. As Medders said, we would be more comfortable in prison. I have floated the idea of a chimnea on deck – we could rig a chimney up the mast and keep the wood or coal dry in the engine room. Maybe it could give us hot water as well! I have visions of us making these modifications to our boat in CT and leaving for Oz looking like something out of chitty chitty bang bang.

We have been nearly 2 weeks now without any land or any other humans apart from us, we haven’t even seen any other clipper boats on the horizon this time and haven’t come across any other ships at all. But it is amazing how you see so many different types of weather, waves, birds, stars and ocean. Whenever I see the moon I feel like I am connected to everyone else I know who can also see it at the same time. The same moon! The constant remains the same though – keep on sailing. And that we will!