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Hail!

Rain, rain, go away come back another day. Today we encountered our first
heavy rain and hail squall whilst crossing the Atlantic; which many of red
watch and some mother watch enjoyed a unexpected fresh rain shower. With new
scenery, came stronger winds after having several days of blue skies, little
winds and hard concentration from all of the watches to keep the boat
moving! The light winds were not all bad as the crew learnt how to trim a
spinnaker perfectly!

Hickory Dickory Dock, blue went up on watch, the clock struck 6pm, and did
3,600 ticks before going back to 6pm. [ We are now GMT -2 ]

The sails on the ship went flick, flickery, flick; as we jibed the Starboard
tack died. Whoop whoop! less than 900nm left, as we come to the end of
flying the spinnaker for over nine consecutive days. The first wager amongst
the crew for arrival time is less than four days away; lets hope we get
there soon as the fresh food is getting low. Oh no!

Pat a cake, pat a cake; galley bake me a meal as fast as you can! The galley
have had an exciting evening cooking cottage pie at an angle. Carrot cake,
brownies, and cheesy bread; blue watch got very inventive with their dried
food menu today!

Twinkle twinkle little star..... LET THE NIGHT WATCHES BEGIN!!!

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