As we lost the wind to much disappointment after a day of some fine sailing, we were rewarded by the stunning and unusual site of a calm Atlantic Ocean. The sea state became like glistening oil as we motored into a beautiful sunset and a night filled with the milky way and a sky full of twinkling stars.

Then as the crew slumbered in dreamland, a sudden clunk clunk clunk and a change in motor alerted the watch to all was not well on the good ship Zephyr. With fast thinking of engine off and speedy assessment, the stark reality was a maze of fishing nets laid no less than 30 miles off shore. Another crew member had heard the sound and come to support, looking around the hull and around the water line, which was equally eerie as a light mist lay across the water. We were VERY lucky not to have been sailing as we managed to back out of the net. We slowly crept through the dozens of faint flashing red and green lights and then crossed the shipping lanes earlier than expected, as dawn came upon us to light our way out and onwards to the Gibraltar straights.

Breakfast done and time to plan our pit stop to get diesel and let the spaniels (aka crew) out for a run to the supermercado for essential items. Navigating through the port full of container ships, oil and other commercial vessels, was yet another maze to be accomplished. Once parked up, with the spaniels returned with Spanish goodies, we lost the el capitan as he'd locked himself out of marina gate and with the rest of the crew hearing shouting from another boat to come and get him!! Hahahaha

We're now off again, with fair winds behind us and calm seas, trucking along at 12 knots. Champagne sailing on Zephyr at her best. Thanks Micky and Michael for the opportunity to be part of this fantastic sail.