It's blowing 31kts and raining in Grimsby tonight, straight over our port side and we're moving about nicely. I've already been to two boats near us whose genoas had started to unfurl and thrash in the wind, hugging the forestays in the gusts as I wrestled with the sails as neither boat had any line left on the furling drum so had to be wrapped and tied by hand.

Jacob hasn't batted an eyelid at all, he's sleeping quite happily through the noise and motion, he'll be making a few noises of his own soon though, it's been nearly four hours since he last fed.