We finish the ARC at around 11pm on Tuesday the 9th
December, 15 days after we left Las Palmas.
Our final gybe as we round Pigeon Island is now well-practiced and
for the first time for two weeks we are sailing up-wind into 20 knots with a
reefed mainsail. Just as we approach the finish, a large motor yacht drops
anchor ahead of us, completely obscuring the line so we duck behind it and come
up hard into the wind, shooting the line and barely missing the committee boat
– now that would have been a bad way to finish. 
Sunday, 28 December 2014
Wednesday, 10 December 2014
Finished!
Tuesday, 9 December 2014
ARC 2014 Day 15. Almost there
On the ARC in 2012 Kim brought with him a gift from Dr James  Ashby, a close friend of his from Cornwall. If you have ever fished for crabs as  a child you would recognise it immediately: a wooden frame wound with heavy  monofilament fishing line, a large brass swivel impregnably attached to the  end. When Mitchel, our grumpy fishing reel, gave up  and cast all my best lures to the deep on our last Atlantic crossing, it was  this hand line that came in to its own; we wound it onto Mitchel,  despite his sulky protests, and hooked a big Dorado that we were able to winch  in with no fear of the line breaking. 
Monday, 8 December 2014
ARC 2014 Day 14 written by Fatty
Saturday, 6 December 2014
Friday, 5 December 2014
Thursday, 4 December 2014
ARC 2014 Day Eleven
 Yesterday started badly when I took over from Paul at 3am  and he said ‘you might need your foulies’.  This was an understatement. Rain was lashing the cockpit as he bade me goodnight and scuttled off to his dry cabin,  leaving me sitting in puddles of water in the cockpit. Then things got worse:  the wind dropped away leaving us rolling drunkenly in the swell, and still the  rain fell.
Yesterday started badly when I took over from Paul at 3am  and he said ‘you might need your foulies’.  This was an understatement. Rain was lashing the cockpit as he bade me goodnight and scuttled off to his dry cabin,  leaving me sitting in puddles of water in the cockpit. Then things got worse:  the wind dropped away leaving us rolling drunkenly in the swell, and still the  rain fell. Wednesday, 3 December 2014
ARC Day Ten guest written by Kez
 With all this talk of the difference of having two girls as  part of this crossing compared to two years ago (clean heads, delicacies for  supper etc), I thought I might correct any impression that Fatty and I spend  our time cleaning and cooking. In truth there is a very fair division of labour,  with Paul a more than dab hand in the galley and Frewie  was even caught yesterday baking bread.
With all this talk of the difference of having two girls as  part of this crossing compared to two years ago (clean heads, delicacies for  supper etc), I thought I might correct any impression that Fatty and I spend  our time cleaning and cooking. In truth there is a very fair division of labour,  with Paul a more than dab hand in the galley and Frewie  was even caught yesterday baking bread. Tuesday, 2 December 2014
ARC Day Eight and Half Way
 We have now covered almost 1,500 miles since we left Las  Palmas a week ago, around half way to St Lucia. We celebrated this milestone  last night with Dark and Stormies at happy hour,  followed by chicken curry served with accompaniments created by Thermo, our  high tech galley slave. This tropical mood has been brought on by a marked rise  in temperature as we work our way south towards to the equator.
We have now covered almost 1,500 miles since we left Las  Palmas a week ago, around half way to St Lucia. We celebrated this milestone  last night with Dark and Stormies at happy hour,  followed by chicken curry served with accompaniments created by Thermo, our  high tech galley slave. This tropical mood has been brought on by a marked rise  in temperature as we work our way south towards to the equator.Monday, 1 December 2014
ARC 2014 Day Seven
 It is 10pm Juno time and I am on watch until midnight. We  are on a broad reach and I have rigged a new sheet on our big genoa that reeves around a block on the port quarter,  allowing the clew of the sail to rise, opening up the slot between the mainsail  and the genoa, improving our downwind speed by a  precious fraction of a knot.  I have  realised that ocean sailing is a long game, not won by short sprints, but by  sustaining above average boat speeds over the length of a passage.
It is 10pm Juno time and I am on watch until midnight. We  are on a broad reach and I have rigged a new sheet on our big genoa that reeves around a block on the port quarter,  allowing the clew of the sail to rise, opening up the slot between the mainsail  and the genoa, improving our downwind speed by a  precious fraction of a knot.  I have  realised that ocean sailing is a long game, not won by short sprints, but by  sustaining above average boat speeds over the length of a passage.
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