15 February 2014

The wind at the Horn is fickle to say the least; one minute a near gale, the next sails flogging from lack of any breeze.  Late this evening Andrew was about 25 nm from the Horn, and the slapping of the sails could be heard over the Satellite phone.  I was able to counter his frustration at lack of movement by telling him he had been proposed as Chair of the Althing debating society tonight, at the meeting in Tingwall.  He certainly had not expected me to bring that news, but was pleased, whilst concerned that Florence was stepping down.  He had a good chuckle at the thought that he had been elected whilst experiencing the wilds of the South Atlantic, nearing Cape Horn and we were all cozily anticipating the nights debate, fresh bannocks and home bakes.