Well here I sit typing what will be the last update for quite some time. It’s 80 degrees down bellow, the mosquitoes are generally eating us alive and sadly after all these years of complaining about the weather north of 49 degrees I am struggling to keep my composure in the heat.
After all the effort to get here, my first instinct is to turn back through the straights of Gibraltar and head for an Atlantic Island. 5 days away I’m meeting my friend Graham and we will make an attempt for the Balearics. After that who knows . . . the good ship compromise sails on with a sceptical skipper and able crewmate Tony.