The salt cod and cheese were items I'd picked up in the Azores, and the salt beef, hard tack, pease porridge, and spotted dick were concocted from our usual supplies.
Our track on the chart-plotter was just about keyhole-shaped. It shows us turning hard starboard, out of the channel to the Bahama Banks, then drifting downwind, hove to, at an acute angle to the original track, then a circle which is us turning back to our original course.
