And indeed, as soon as the last words were written, the Drake took a deep breath and started blowing. We all woke from our thoughts and conversations, on with the harnesses, up with the sails. After two full days with almost no wind, it was good to feel her again, she was picking up fast and so was our speed. 70 miles to go to  Cape Horn – a wind shift on the horizon – no weather to write long stories : All Well.