Conditions have varied enormously as I have either crawled or flown across the Strait - but I have managed to get far enough north to avoid the worst of the weather expected there. I've either been in no wind when its been forecast for 30 knots or been in 20 knots when its supposed to be 5, and it has varied between all of those strengths in the space of an hour at times. Just as I was relaxing into sailing with all on board systems functioning well my toilet stopped flushing. Now I not only have to drag myself to the toilet, but I have to cart a bottle of water with me as well or things could get a bit smelly in there as I still have a few days to go out here. Aah the pleasures of life on board!
Earlier on this evening I had a bit of excitement when I noticed a storm coming at me literally like a dagger on the radar pointing straight at Spirit! After setting off the alarm on the guardzone and setting the hairs on the back of my neck on edge, it was on me in fifteen minutes. Rain sheeting down like I'd not seen before out here, and not only that but hail as well. The noise was unbelievable - like Spirit was under attack and being stoned! The shape of the storm on the radar went from dagger to human, with arms wrapped around Spirit and legs trailing, and it then decided to stick around and didn't move off for a good hour or two.