Wednesday 24 August
If you ask me, Mate was feeling just a little jaded after last night’s indulgence over the mezze, and quietly took herself and Bertha off for a little retail therapy. Skipper fixed my autopilot, Jeanny (say Zhonny – Johnny in French, please), ready for the next leg of our journey – he’s not one for hours on the helm when he’s on watch. The crew cleared some leftovers out of the fridge for supper and retired early ready for tomorrow’s crossing to France.