Well word came back from Madrid and it is over. It was my fault, even despite the effort to salvage what I could I was the master of my own downfall. What a confused mess! The distances are just too great. I had to get out of Las Palmas. Out here things seem a lot clearer. Though I still don't really know. . . what happened, the last flurry of text messages a confused attempt to draw things out. I seem to be suffering some kind of chronic heartache. Well no more sad sailor's lament. I have a month of sailing in front of me. What I do know is it's Labour Day today and I have decided to down tools and actually do a bit of sailing for a change. So here I am at sea again, on my own, drifting between two Islands, no wind and the engine has failed. I do love the Canaries.