Well, I'll have a bash!
Typing with this keyboard is quite a feat.
We're heeling, the sea is pounding, Groupe Bel is creaking, and it's wet.
Both the boat and the crew are suffering from this windy reaching tack.
We’ve a southerly 30 knots for the moment and the worst is yet to come. The tropical low is passing roughly 30 miles ahead of us, but we’re keeping an eye on the next one which should not be far from our position on Friday or Saturday. Between now and then, it’s not going to be much fun, since we are going to stay on this chaotic tack as we wait for things to get better.