I saw stars at night, I missed them. And I also saw a tiny red moon setting on the horizon.
At about 4 o’clock in the morning the foresail started flapping, although the wind hadn’t changed. I could hear the sound of a storm in the distance. Again, waves were middling, the yacht was going in a strange way, I couldn’t see much. I didn’t know if there was SOMETHING in the offing. Just in case, I reefed. It’s better to go slower but safer. The fact that Jasiek got to the Galapagos Islands with all his sails torn to pieces serves as a warning to me. And I even don’t have a crew to look out for squalls when I go to get some sleep...
What’s more, there’s something wrong with the genoa roller and I don’t want to get in squalls and not be able to furl the sail. Been there, done that... nothing pleasant.