Tacking, tacking and beating. You would believe that Papy Jovial does not
know anything else. Wherever we are and wherever we want to go, the wind is
invariably on the nose. And the seas are not flat with a long 11 feet
swell. At 10 this morning we still have 363 miles to go. Since we left we
closed on our destination by 87 miles while covering 124 miles on the
ground, Impossible to predict date and time of arrival. From the Maxsea
grib filem it should be in light weather. Maybe it will become possible to
sleep and to go about daily chores. I feel tired, already. be back tonight.