For those of you watching our progress on Race Viewer, you will know that our fortunes seem to have changed this morning. After some great helming yesterday by the guys, we had battled our way into third position after some close racing with Visit Seattle and GREAT Britain. After nightfall, the wind died and we all entered the great parking lot on the north coast of Scotland. Our position now looks very unclear, and will depend on how we all fare with tide and steadily increasing wind.

Seasickness seems to be abating and most of the crew are eating again. Roast chicken was a treat yesterday, and we are still enjoying the fruits of Helen's labours. I smell pancakes for breakfast, which can only be a good thing.

Back to work- tacking our way towards the Pentland Firth, with most of the fleet between us and the lighthouse, so the race begins again.

All good,

Cloughy