“Studying multiple weather maps for when to tack to stay on the west side of the big low developing off the coast. Tack too soon, and go sit in the middle of a stalled trough, tack too late and get on the wrong side of the low, with very strong headwinds. Of course, any decision is subject to the weather actually doing what the forecast says. So, thinking that if you tack too late, you can't make up the distance if the system has speeded up, we'll tack a bit earlier than appears to be optimal, so that if it has speeded up, we'll hopefully still be on the correct side. If it has slowed, we can always tack back to this side for a few hours. Anyway, hard decisions to make. Boat took a hammering last night again in big seas. Stayed up in the cockpit, like sitting up with a distraught friend, until figured I would fall asleep in the seat under the cuddy, and when the boat took a big crashing lurch, I'd go flying headfirst across the cockpit, so finally went below, sadly to leave my friend the boat to fight the fight on her own. In my studying of the weather with Jean-Yves Bernot last summer, I have in my notes a comment he made about getting to Cape Horn. He said the boat will be tired and you will be tired. He was spot on.”
Rich Wilson (Great American III) in his daily message
 

“I had a perfect day of R&R, whilst Roxy has been crashing along in the trade winds! No sail changes, just the odd check of trim from time to time, so I have managed a fair amount of sleep. Even the crashing off waves didn't seem to disrupt my sleep. I wonder if I am going to have trouble sleeping in a still bed once I am back on land? The doldrums was hard work yesterday as we passed under a big squall line. Unfortunately the first set of squalls were the very very WET rainy, but windless ones! So, whilst tacking and gybing and trying to keep Roxy going forward I managed to get out the shampoo and had the best shower yet in the torrential rain. Whats more, the rain gods left the water running until all was rinsed off this time!”

“It was a close call, because I was quite near the equator at the time and I'm not sure what Neptune would have thought if he had received my toast of shampoo! Luckily, as we crossed the equator, the wind had returned and I managed to give Neptune a good ceremony with Champagne followed by a bar of chocolate! Now, as I write, it is dark, but I am honoured with a fantastic view out of my port porthole - our faithful star Venus has now been joined by the slither of a new moon and the two of them are shining in at me! Roxy is still crashing through the waves and the normal boat noises have been joined by the occasional "THWACK" of a suicidal flying fish making impact. Unfortunately I will not be making any flying fish rescues tonight because it is too wet to go on deck for anything other than boat performance!”

Sam Davies (Roxy) in her daily message
 

“Well I am well and truly ensnared in the clutches of the doldrums. For the past three hours I have been in torrential rain as if someone forgot to turn the tap off with wind from every point on the compass and from 9 knots of wind to zero. I have travelled forwards, backwards, east and west. I looked like I was playing a game of snakes and ladders in the water, although I am definitely finding more snakes than ladders at the moment! Big rain clouds cover the radar and I am not sure if I am into the next cloud or still stuck under the first cloud. My hands are now shrivelled like prunes and are beginning to hurt. I have tacked and gybed and changed sails and basically done anything I can to keep Aviva moving. The doldrums are going to make me pay a hefty price to get through into the stable Northern Hemisphere trade winds.”
Dee Caffari (Aviva) in her daily message
 

“In fact, sailors invented rugby. There were thirty aboard a boat and time was starting to drag as they were becalmed off Argentina. They divided themselves into two teams, starboard and port crews. The scrum was carried out above an open hatch. When the rope bundle fell in, they created a scrum until the hooker managed to get the rope back out and his team scored a point. Back in harbour, they divided up again into two clans – port and starboard teams. It was only later that this became known as the “third half”, but the principle was the same. The shirt I’m wearing was signed by the 92 Metro Racing team. It was one of my Christmas presents. They are used to being supported and in turn supported me over the past three months. I can’t wait for their next match, so I can go and support them!”
Michel Desjoyeaux (Foncia)
 

“The last few days have been so full-on with keeping Roxy going fast, especially yesterday through the Doldrums squalls, that I have run out of everything: energy, and words.  So, now I am in the stable trade winds, tonight and tomorrow are reserved for R&R and I promise to tell you all about the Doldrums later...”

Sam Davies (Roxy) in her daily message
 

A very short message from Rich Wilson (Great American III) this morning, which is explained by the conditions he is encountering on his climb back up the South Atlantic:
“35-45 knots of wind across the deck. Storm jib and 3 reefs in the main. 15' breaking seas. 10.5 knots at 45 deg. trying to slow boat but keep heel on so that when the boat leaps off a wave it lands on its side, not bottom.  Violent outside. Violent inside.”