Day 2
FALKEN has been doing great, and apart from the odd job here and there—normal after a yard period—she has to be in the best shape I have ever seen her after a winter break. Kudos to Adam for looking after her and making the improvements we get to enjoy.
On a more personal note, this trip has been brilliant. We left with plenty of time to get there, and it has meant that we have been able to stop and enjoy the surroundings more often, trying to sail through the light winds instead of motoring through them, and having the chance to go for ocean swims, which is always a highlight.
We will let you know how we get on. Signing off as dolphins approach.
Alex
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