Eliot has just relieved me and I am sat by the chart table at a loss as to what to say in today's blog which is unusual as it just seems to pour out normally. Perhaps it's because I feel so chilled out after a really nice couple of hours on the helm. We have had a gorgeous day with about fifteen knots just aft of the beam and the boat romping away at 6-7knts. The sun has been out and being Saturday its been fun in that we open our presents from Tracey. It's a real highlight for Eliot and he was delighted with a Chris Ryan book and a packet of sweets. As to mine; well, in Falmouth during our last night with the families Tracey, Livvy, Gina and Kimmy were giggling away in a corner and wouldn't say what it was about but that I would find out. It was a Borat Mankiny and false moustache and the note that came with it said: "picture not for the website". I tell you we were in stitches as I did a strut on the foredeck for the camera, and if you want to see it donations to the charity please!

The other ritual on Saturdays is that we always have a really nice meal and a bottle of Skinners to wash it down with. It's a nice routine and something that we look forward to and make an effort for. My watch spanned the meal and that's why I am sat here feeling so chilled. I guess it's also because we have had a great 24hrs with a shave, wash, clean clothes, an easier motion and a noticeable drop in temperature which has enabled a decent sleep.

In a nutshell, it's just good to be alive at the moment and I can't say any more than that.

Cheers Pete

What an amazing 24hrs we have had with just about everything thrown at us as we wend our way south and a bit east - I'll say that again; a bit east. This mornings fix has us the right side of 32 degrees and it feels good for there seemed to be some kind of force field holding us back. Our 24hr run was a healthy 130 miles and the chunk of chart that it has given us gives no sense of the variety that it offered up.

The morning saw a bright sun and clear sky with shirts off and full sails drawing us south at a fair rate of knots. Between then and now we have had torrential rain, squalls, calms and a period of sustained strong wind that had a reef in the big lug, the big mizzen handed with the small one in its place. A busy old day which was compounded by an increadibly confused sea over Stocks Seamount. In fact we suffered it for about four hours and when I say suffered it I mean it. Never have I seen the like with great lumps of random water, some of it breaking, from all directions. The motion was terrible and helming felt like a woork out in the gym.

This huge upsurge of energy got us thinking and scribbling away on the back of a chart to put some context to what we were struggling through. We have the rough dimensions of the seamount and simpified it into a piramid with a square base measuring 70km by 70km and standing 3.5km high. This gives a volume of 6000km cubed. The numbers are getting big now but thats in the order of 6 trillion cubic meters. If we then say that the Brazilian current is running at 1knt from surface to sea bottom then 6 trillion tons of water are being displaced an hour. I am sure the physics are not that simple but think of the energy involved and you realise that we had but a ruffle on the surface.

Four hours of effort saw us past the seamount and into a variable evening with the wind rising and falling for no visible reason until it stabalised in the early hours. Out came the reefs and up went the big sails to greet a lovely dawn with bright sunshine and a settled sea for the first time in a week. Its been tough going since the equator and I cant tell you how lovely it is to draw breath and just enjoy a nice day. The forhatch is open for the first time in a week, Eliot has done a big cloths wash and its on the line drying. We have bread in the oven for Bacon butties and we are just standing in the sun in shorts like cormorants with their wings out to dry. Its bliss and to top it all off the wind has backed and we are able to come up towards Cape Town.

A little hardship makes the good things that bit sweeter.

Cheers Pete

1300hrs and I have just woken from an hour's nap after knocking off the morning watch, cooking breakfast of porridge for Mark, Andy and myself and a cheese and a pepperoni omelette for Eliot. The ten o'clock fix had another 140NM knocked off and we have started to make the barest hint of easting which is a huge relief to all on board for we have been struggling on that front since the doldrums.

Last night was good sailing although it was very wet with torrential rain clouds passing through and the odd wave or 'goffer' spraying the cockpit as we fetched across a confused sea in full Musto foulies. Looking on deck it is nice to see that the clouds have passed through, and Mark is catching the rays with a big smile on his face for Spirit is feeling good and bursting with energy which is reflected in the voltmeter.

13.67V shows the solar panels are having a good day of it and are really giving the batteries a boost. I still find a boyish enthusiasm for the fact that everything we are doing is thanks to working in harmony with nature. Of course this is partly achieved by tackling the energy problem at both ends for we have a vessel that uses very little power. Something that we seem to have forgotten in the light of our spiraling consumption and subsequent concern for our long term energy needs.

If everyone could reduce their consumption by 20% through simple discipline across the board we could make a very real collective difference. Anything from insulation to low energy washes, turning off lights, ground source pumps, wind turbines, measuring the water in the kettle, cutting half the street lights, small engine cars, turning down the central heating and donning a jumper...... I could go on and on for it takes little imagination. It's something that we take for granted on a boat, we even count the squares of toilet paper that we use for nothing is unlimited once at sea so the mind set is easy. In fact it is unconscious; make everything last.

Wow! Where did all that come from you might ask; too long sitting on the helm with enough time, that rarest resource of all, to contemplate all sorts of interesting issues. In this instance inspiration being our Solar Panels which have silently provided all our power needs without asking for anything in return. It's a big subject and I have decided to look into it in depth once I get home, partly because Tracey and I are going to build a house that embraces all this stuff. It's an idea that has been bubbling away for a long time and we feel about ready for it. So far we have renovated two houses and built a flat from scratch so we have done an apprenticeship of sorts.

Cheers Pete

Thank you Gina; when we took the families out for a sail Mark's Wife Gina made me promise to put a safety strop between the spars and the halyard hook. It's the sort of thing that you do anyway but Gina really underlined it as she was worried about one of us being brained by a falling spar and so the lashing has become known as the 'Gina knot'. Today it came into its own thanks to a pretty wild ride as we rattled through a large and confused sea with a reef in the big lug. The motion such that the hook slipped off and the spar was held by the 'Gina knot'. What could have been both damaging and a nightmare to sort out became a simple case of lowering it to deck, hooking on, and raising it again.

Whilst the wind has yet to back north of east it did manage to clock a bit more this morning and we could feel Spirit of Mystery stretching her legs a bit and were gratified to see that we had managed a 140NM run. Let's hope this trend keeps up and we start to see greater speeds with some easting creeping into our course.

We have an addition to our list of wildlife in that Portuguese Men of War have become really quite frequent and despite their reputation very pretty with their purple head crests glowing in the sun. We also had dolphins playing round the boat as we ate supper last night and although there are much less flying fish they make up for it by being about twice the size of their northern cousins. They always fly off into the wind, powering up the face of waves before gliding into the trough of the next one and powering off again, remaining airborne throughout, and managing anything up to 200metres over five waves.

The heat is oppressive at the moment and as a consequence everyone is a little lethargic and sleep tends to be fitful. We are not complaining mind but it would be nice to lose a couple of degrees.

Cheers Pete