Midnight, Wednesday
The middle of a low is a horrible place. Huge mountainous swells from every direction, no wind, torrential rain. Can’t motor out of it as engine not working, dirt in the last of the fuel. Wind picking up very slowly from SE. More swallows coming aboard - four now - two have died and had to be thrown overboard, the other two come into the cabin and shiver. Food very dull. Have had to make new holes in my belt, lost so much weight. But 110 miles to Horta. Hoping to get a tow into the harbour...