Morning all. Well this edition of the Clipper Race is not going to fade quietly into the night. Rather than a gentle wind-down cruise we are bouncing over 8ft waves under a grey, leaden sky. It’s upwind this time, so instead of 20 knot surfs, we leap off the waves, landing with a bone-shuddering crash and the sight of someone's breakfast flying across the galley.

It's not forecast to last long, and then it's past the gorgeous scenery of the north of Scotland, and down through the North Sea to the finish. With the end so close it's tempting to wind down and not concentrate, but this weather has been a real wake up for everyone, and another tick in everyone's terrible weather bingo card.

Until the next time,

Mike, Mary and our hanging on grimly crew