Vicky is dumped by her Guy and takes a swim

11 Nov 0200UTC - I'm starting to lose track of the number of days at sea,
so better to switch to dates. The 10th Nov was as good as it gets. Even
Skipper Ben, at his daily 5pm team talk, thought it was the best 24 hours
he'd ever experienced. After a depressing position report the previous
day showing all boats making gains on us, Ben and the crew rallied around
and hoisted the spinnaker for some spectacular night time sailing and
surfing. Eventually the guy parted company leaving the kite, known as
"Sticky Vicky" flogging to leeward. "All Hands" was the cry that rudely
bought me back to reality, deep in sleep as I was at the time. Despite a
quick swim, "Vicky" was recovered with only minor scratches. Daylight
bought with it perfect sailing conditions - sunshine to dry our boots,
fresh winds to power our sails, music to sooth our ears, Yorkshire within
sight all day giving us some company and a return to the top half of the
leaderboard. But last night saw the next Low pressure system swiftly
creep upon us and spank us with avengeance and 50kt gusts. Fortunately we
were in the processes of changing headsails at the time so flying downwind
with only a reefed mainsail was easily manageable. A cautious night and
probably a few miles given away, but no damage to report and the crew in
better shape than one might expect after toughing out a F8/F9 gale.
Daybreak brings with it glorious sunshine and great sailing. Southern
Ocean at its best. But we are not complacent - the next Low timed to
arrive as we reach the Tasmania Gate in four days time looks like she
might be out to give a good hiding! So enjoy the sun while it lasts.