Most things in life are temporary. Isabelle woke me up at five in the morning for my watch and I had just enough time to see the sun rise behind us before the fog banks came rolling in from East. The next few hours gave me an intense practical exercise in radar plotting again. A bunch of local fishing boats and God knows what, gathered around us and was moving along at hour pace. For a while we were five boats within a 1,5 mile radius which is just a little bit too crowded for my liking when the visibilty is around 75 meters.

At 9AM the fog lifted again, revealing a clear blue sky indicating that the HIgh Pressure system is still around.

We were logging 3,5-4 knots dead downwind, leisurely spending time in the cockpit studying Reed's to figure out a nice place further west to go into for a few days. The Solvent seems 'too close' so we are considering Plymouth or Dartmouth or even Falmouth. That will sort itself out in time.

So it did. The wind died out and we motored to The Solvent where we anchored outside Bembridge on Isle of Wight in the dying daylight.