After spending quite a lot of money on various trips to see the famous Blue Footed Booby we now have one of our very own, we call him Crapper, hitching a ride on our solar panel, little blue feet hanging over one edge. His "recycled fish" dripping off the other. Cute as it his to have the company it not only uses up water to clean up his mess but reduces our solar input. I'm exhibiting another Letton trait, specifically, the flapping arms, bird scaring routine. I look like my old dad, hanging off the backstay flapping my arms however, while he used to flap around the garden screaming, "pickaw, pickaw" in an attempted imitation of a crow I just go for plain old "bugger off". Unfortunately, no amount of arm flapping will get rid of him. He just looks down at you over his long pointy beak and kind of shrugs probably thinking, "bugger off yourself".

All the time we are bashing on in now, mostly unbroken sunshine and 15 knots steady from the sou' east. Haar haaar. INTERJECTION - REAL TIME I was just about to write that we've exited Jimmy Cornell's "avoid this area 'cause it's rough" box and that the seas are a bit smoother, when a big thump and a splash announces the arrival of a wave top in the cockpit immediately followed by a scream as most of it landed on Anne. Safer down here at the chart table, typing nonsense, fan gently cooling.

Banana consumption is now the name of the game. Banana pancakes, banana bread, banana French Toast, banana with pretty much everything. Down to our last 25 apparently. Oh joy.

There's nearly 20 boats on the daily Net and four within 100 miles so, while its not a race............I'll go up and tweak the sails for that wee bit more speed. Then, but for that wave launching onboard it would have been out with the laptop for an early evening of The Wire, Season 3, Episode 4!!!!