Last night there had been three birds which continually circled the boat looking like they were about to land but never actually plucking up the courage to do it. Today there are two more birds and by the afternoon I can count ten all together. It's a bit weird. Where are they coming from and how can they continue to flap around without landing? It's almost spooky and I start to feel like I am in some maritime version of Alfred Hitchcock's film 'The Birds'.
Apart from the birds, there is absolutely nothing to look at, just sky and sea - not even any clouds today.
Towards the end of the afternoon the wind starts to pick up as predicted and at last we are able to switch the engine off and put the genoa out as well as the main. But they always say be careful what you wish for don't they? With the wind comes uncomfortable sea and by the time I go to bed the waves are crashing against the boat sounding as though their very reason for being is to smash Jeannius into little bits. Gone are my nice clean feeling surfaces out in the cockpit. Salt has made its comeback!
Our position is: 35 deg 15 min N, 66 deg 17 min W
Distance so far: 1035 nautical miles
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