“The foulies are back on each time I want to go outside to check the trim or put a reef in or shake it out. The bumpy ride continues with Aviva crashing off some big waves which sends shivers down my spine as the noise is horrible. Each morning is spent with a deck check and the revolting job of throwing the nights collection of flying fish caught by Aviva as she sails back into the water. I have been spending time looking at the weather and at the moment I hope things change as it looks like the group ahead will get through and then the Azores high elongates east to west to shut me out from reaching the favourable winds beyond. Another two days of doldrums will be a cruel blow so close yet so far from the finish!”

Dee Caffari (Aviva) in her daily message yesterday evening
 

“What a day. After yesterday's recuperative oopportunity, with shower and shave, and light winds, expected more through night, but no. Grib files off by 100% again in wind velocity. Boat took beating going upwind, staysail and 3 reefs in main. Stayed up with boat much of night in cockpit cuddy. Suddenly seemed quiet. The boat was bearing off, no pilot. Grabbed tiller, got organized downwind, rolled staysail, tried backup pilot, no backup pilot. Now what? 25 knots of wind, open 60, dark, no pilots. Remembered heave-to to self steer, but have never done it. Just read about it. It worked, sort of , with tiller lashed in middle, mainsail out, staysail sheeted wrong side, partially opened. Boat sails up into wind. Staysail pushes back down. Balance may be found. Sort of found it. Linkages to tiller ok, except looked as though maybe a bolt missing. OK so that's problem, but how to get another in, because needed rudders all the way over one way or the other, because whole thing underneath traveller track, but how to do that with no one able to steer. Then I remembered, total irony, the key to heaving-to, is to have the rudder hard over to leeward, not centerline, like I had it, and we had already done one total circle out of control with the rudder centreline. We're linked again. Not quite the right bolt, but will not make change until have really calm conditions. That was a potential game ender if some piece that couldn't be replaced here was broken, but King Neptune frowned then smiled on us so off we go.”
Rich Wilson (Great American III) in his daily message
 

“I had a bit of a shock as there is an eye staring up at me from the cockpit floor! Like in a scary movie! I guess that it has been ejected in a high-impact collision between fish and boat, and I am sure I will find its owner in the morning! I just don't want to tread on it with bare feet! The peaceful days of trade wind sailing are soon behind me as I start to have to manoeuvre around and across the Azores high pressure. I am going to need some big energy to do the manoeuvres and stacking required in the next few days! Maybe, when I tack and change the stack I will find where my Imp has stashed away the headtorches, socks, scissors, winch grease and Nutella..... (well, maybe not the Nutella!) And now the finish is getting nearer I am starting to look forward to things that I haven't thought about much before, like fresh fruit and vegetables, a long hot shower.... and I wonder if I'll be able to lie still for a whole night's sleep?”
Sam Davies (Roxy) in her daily message
 

“If you went on holiday and the weather was like it has been here over the past few days you would not be disappointed - it has been glorious. The water is just the right temperature for bathing babies, the sun is very strong and right overhead at midday, and the breeze is warm and pleasant at night when you go out to look at the stars. I think this must be where the baby flying fish live - I have not seen any that are bigger than half grown but thre are hundreds of them. Birds are a different matter - just one for a hours only as he flew just ahead of the boat looking for flying fish with his beady eye; he was greeny brown with a pointy tail and beak like a needle and about three quarters the size of a gannet. Since then, nothing, no visible company at all. I have been busy however. The generator needed fiddling with again because as the water and hence the batteries get warmer the way they charge changes, and if you're not careful the generator is overcharging like mad and my nice rectangular batteries are about to become cooked into shapes like egg boxes! A blocked fuel filter was complicating the process of setting it up; I must have had a really dirty fill of fuel from somewhere, but it's OK now. I changed generator engine oil and stopped the water leak from the engine exhaust, so we are a bit drier downstairs now, which is a good thing.

I am really short of cold things to eat - it's hard to summon up the enthusiasm for two hundred and fifty grams of pasta and sauce when it's this hot! However, I'm hardly burning three thousand calories a day or whatever it's supposed to be just moving around and keeping warm like you do in the Southern Ocean! It is strange to think about my position in the race at the moment. I have to be careful what I say as I haven't finished yet, but if you'd have told me before the start that I'd be in eighth place at any point I'd have said it you were mad - it is more than ten places better than my wildest dreams! I think it is a reflection on how strong and simple the boat is as much as anything though. Personally I don't feel any different after my adventures but I am looking forward to getting home now and wearing my slippers by the fire, walking the dogs, bike riding with the kids, and getting set up for the future with renewed energy after my adventures, it's just that the South Atlantic doesn't want to release us without a fight.........still, four days to the North East Trades, steady sailing and the last ocean to cross!”
Steve White (Toe in the Water) in his daily message
 

“It’s a long slog up the tropical North Atlantic against the NE Trades. I am well heeled over with wave after wave hitting the boat. Down below it’s a matter of holding on, not to get thrown against the unforgiving carbon hull. The spray is flying across the deck every 5 seconds as the boat pitches into the next wave. I am attempting to take it easy to the finish with my one leaking ram and my repaired bow structure, so it’s not the conditions I would ask for! But it is very normal for this part of the ocean - and what makes going the other way such fun! I am about half way through this section so there are another three days of this upwind sailing to go, until I am near the latitude of the Canary Islands, and just north of the latitude of Bahrain. Then there will be a high pressure to pass before reaching the westerly winds of the temperate North Atlantic, which should take me past the Azores and to Les Sables. Yesterday I had a failure of the rope purchase that held the J3 headsail down to the deck. The rope just parted after 24,000 miles and the sail flew backwards and wrapped itself around the leeward shrouds which attach to the end of the outriggers. I was asleep at the time and it was pitch dark. I woke up because something felt wrong, and I shone a torch at the bow and there was no sail. There it was, gone! I immediately saw where the sail had ended up, and I bore away and tried to pull the sail out of its tangle around the lower shroud, but it would not budge. I then lowered the halyard and got as much sail on deck as possible and tied it off, to stop it wrapping it further.
Yesterday I had numerous close encounters with large white fishing boats, I went by seven of them, each of them similarly sized and white. They must have been working together but what kind of fishing they were doing I have no idea, as they had no stern reels for putting out nets or lines. They did not appear to be doing any fishing, very odd. Sam had warned me about them, and in turn I let Dee know about them. Otherwise there are no vessels at all. I noticed that something very strange happened to the sun, it was behind me and to the south! For 70 days I had been used to the sun always to my north and for it to be travelling from right to left through the day. Now, back in the Northern Hemisphere, the sun travels from left to right through the day, quite disconcerting at first.”
Brian Thompson (Bahrain Team Pindar) in his daily message
 

“At 18H43 GMT on 3rd February, I went from one hemisphere to another; from the south to north. Physically nothing changed, but I really felt like I could see that imaginary line on the horizon. This evening to celebrate I opened a jar of duck pâté and a bottle of champagne I was given at the start. I’ll share that with Neptune and my veranda. This was my sixth crossing of the Equator in the Atlantic. For me, this was a magical moment and takes on a particular meaning in a round the world race.”
Arnaud Boissières (Akéna Vérandas) in his daily message