"...until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England...."
7 May 19:44 GMT 3900 miles done, 200 to go.
There's a good chance we'll be tied up in Plymouth on Tuesday.
I've lost two of my three headlights, and my boots are falling apart.
It may be the north Atlantic, and we all wish for a deck that doesn't move, several consecutive full nights sleep, a shower every day, and all the laundry we want ( my sleeping bag tastes strongly of salt), but it's way too much fun.