The monkey with the tin tool plays its bad jokes with us. First he stole almost all the wind from us, then he deflected the wind that it came from about 100 – 110 deg and made me thinking and calculating about changing the tack. But now Mr Wind-ow shuffles a bit more in the right direction again. Thus, we are creeping slowly at a STW of 1 – 2 KN at a COG of 145, 150, 160 , 140, … deg.

Need to do something to deviate my thoughts. Some meditation?