Last night we, the voyage crew, were given a night off by the skipper. No watches! White watch was especially pleased as it meant we missed the unpopular 0000 to 0400 rotation.
We were under engine all night and much of the morning. Yet by lunchtime, here in the Roaring Forties we had all sails up and ate a scrumptious lunch on deck in the sunshine.
As night has fallen it has got colder and windier again, with little cloud. Just now the International Space Station passed overhead. I waved at the astronauts, who are probably closer to us than home.