Yesterday was a good day with all boxes being ticked from good weather to a great feel onboard, as we had a day where we could indulge rather than just work our way through the routine. Food was definitely a theme with a concerted assault on Eliot's intake which started with a fat boy fry up from Mark for breakfast. Our first batch of fresh bread from me for lunch, and a stunning pasta with bacon and cheese sauce from Andy. Proper homemade sauce that is, and the result of all this was a happy Eliot staggering to bed like a well fed pup with a big smile and plump belly.

Food is starting to be a real part of the daily routine as we move from fuel, into it being a highlight - something that people want to do. It's part of humanity, wanting to care and give and it's through food that we have the perfect vehicle for this. I have to say I have been very pleasantly surprised on a number of counts here. Powdered egg has obviously come on a very long way since the war. Our first scrambled egg had many a story ringing in my ear from the older generation about that muck they had the cheek to call a substitute. It's really very good. I have baked bread a couple of times but yesterday's effort was really good fun, and not as onerous as I seem to recall. It's all in a bag that simply needs water, some kneading, and half an hour to rise before popping it in the oven for thirty five minutes. Dripping with butter, marmite, jam or honey - I can still taste it.

This of course brings me full circle and to the toilet and rationing. We decided, after much discussion, that four sheets of toilet paper per day would be enough. Andy bought the required amount and we were all quietly and independently shocked at this meagre little stock on the quay. The bogey man of doubt played its tune and we all stuck a bit more on the boat to the point that we now have enough for a circumnavigation. Although we have a toilet we have found that one of the simple joys of the day is to park ones rear over the side and take in the vast expanse of the universe as the 'needful' takes its course. Stunning view, amazing sound track of the hull making its way through the water, and no pumping at the end of it all.

I am hoping that there is someone out there who has some knowledge of turtles, for the one we saw a few days ago all on its own in the middle of nowhere has really struck a chord. Imagine the mind set required to face an ocean with six inch arms and breast stroke being your only option. It's a subject of discussion onboard and the big question is what do they eat as there can't be many things on the food chain that are slower? The other question is, where will it be heading and how will it know how to get there?

Our pace was not what we would have hoped for yesterday but we did manage a hundred miles, so progress was made and all we can do is gnaw away at it with the weather that we are given. So far today things have picked up a bit and we are making about six knots so if it holds out we will own another a nice little chunk on the chart by the morning. We daily measure and compare our progress with the original voyage, not out of any competitive spirit, but as a bench mark against which we can judge making Cape Town for Christmas.

Let's hope we can hold the wind to the doldrums and then be gifted good speed through this area of unknowns.

Cheers Pete

As you all know Spirit of Mystery has several differnet types of mascots onboard, and now I have one too, albeit shore-based. He will now have pride of place on my desk throughout the SOM journey! A very kind lady who is an avid supporter of the project sent this Kaola bear as a thank you in return of a 'little' help given - a very generous gesture indeed. Thank you Belinda!

I've given him the name of 'Ozzy' (I know very predictable) although this is only temporary until I can think up a more suitable replacement. He really deserves a name that would relate to both 'Spirit of Mystery' and Melbourne, Australia. It's not that easy, not for me anyway! If you can come up with any better ideas, then please let me know.

Best wishes to all

Mandy (and Ozzie x)

'Calling all parents', 'calling all parents'! What do you do when your teenager goes off his food? Eliot who normally eats like a horse has been off his food for a few days and last night threw up his supper. It's a bit of a rolling saga as we discovered three days out of Newlyn that Porridge was off the menu. Now in the normal course of events this would herald a swing by the shops with another breakfast cereal on the shopping list, in the full knowledge that in a few weeks time porridge would be back on the table and no waste would be had.

This time we can't swing by the shops and all we really have for the next fifty days is Porridge for breakfast. We have tried it with jam, we've tried it with sugar and we've tried it with honey, but at the end of the day it's still porridge. Mornings have turned into a parental "you have to eat this to keep going" and "it sucks" game of tennis. This is game that I am not going to play but at the same time, it is an issue in that he does have to keep his energy up through fluids and food. The saving grace is that all other meals are going down well - or they were until last night when rice with Chicken Supreme did a five finger spread over the side!

The night coaxed some garibaldi and water down and he stood his watch feeling tired but OK. When in doubt tackle it head on so we started the day today with a coffee with two sugars and a bad boy fried breakfast care of Uncle Mark, and hit the 'mark' it did. See, cholesterol is the business after all and the best thing about it was that we all had to have a shot of it as well.

We have had a very settled night with light airs but still able to make way in the right direction and have a good sleep with the easier motion of a settling sea. Our hearty breakfast was followed up with a gybe and we hope to see the wind rise a little tomorrow. The plan is to be near the Cape Verde's in three to four days.

Up until today there has still been a chill in the air with thermals being required both on deck and below. However, there is a real feeling of heat today and thoughts of a good old wash and brush up are in the air. Mark has had a shave and Andy is going to tackle his beard once he comes off watch. As for me; well it's going to have to be a shower this afternoon, but I think I might save the beard for a picture with Eliot's clay pipe. Standby for a fright Tracey - it's very grey!

Cheers Pete

Although I have never been one to suffer fools I do consider myself to be quite a patient person and last night tested it to its limit. There is a spot off Madeira, or there was last night, where the waves from either side of the island converged at different angles to create a state of random confusion that had poor old 'Spirit of Mystery' thrown all over the place. Added to this place of misery was a complete wind hole and we were trapped all night. Much of the time we had to drop the main lug as the mast was taking too much strain despite strapping it down. Indeed, I had to hammer in the wedges at the base of the mast every couple of hours.

At one point we managed two miles in three watches of frustrated effort. Every time a breeze crept in, the main lug would be hauled up to move her at a snail's pace to the west. Not much but just enough to exacerbate the pitching and rolling to the point of shaking the wind out of the sails; back to square one with gritted teeth.

At one point I popped up to see how Mark was fairing and his response 'could light a candle up here' made me chuckle as it was a perfect summary of the situation. Frustration of course serves no purpose and as the night wore on I settled into a state of acceptance. Mother Nature rules out here and you just have to make the best of what you have. In fact we had a lovely supper of Chicken and Mushroom Frey Bentos Pie with peas and mash so it wasn't all bad.

The early morning sun bought a whole new perspective as Andy handed over to Mark for with it came a light breeze and we were off. I woke at ten to find Mark stripped to the waste and making good speed amongst hundreds of birds. We are back in the running and are making six knots in the right direction with the big lug up and a lovely blue sky. The solar panels are topping up the batteries and Andy has just served up a lovely pasta lunch.

All our frustrations are behind us and for the first time it feels like we are not being driven by the project. Andy is on the helm listening to music, Eliot has just done his expedition journal and is now reading a book and Mark is deep in a book of his own.

Cheers Pete