A bright fresh morning, the wind has dropped enough for the skipper to try the spinnaker yet again.  The heavy weight kite was launched at first light with the bilge rats roused early from their one night of rest to assist the watch.  It wasn’t long until it became clear that a gybe would be necessary. The crew worked in synergy to effortlessly complete the evolution but, unfortunately, the wind dropped and the heavy kite drooped. The number 1 Yankee was hanked on and the spinnaker was dropped in its lee. After 4 hours hard labour we had achieved 6 evolutions to be poled out on the opposite tack.  The end was now achingly close.  Each watch scoured the horizon for the first sign of landfall.  As the sun set, the wind dropped further and the crew were resigned to the fact the voyage would be completed under engine.  The bilge rats first spotted the orange aurora, the first hint of land based civilisation in over 2 weeks.  By midnight, the first sight of the Cape peninsula, silhouetted against the clear night sky was observed by Jez, giving the obligatory “Land Ahoy”.  Not to miss the opportunity to have a bit of a bash, the last night at sea witnessed Disco’s “Last Night of the Proms” do.  Black tie and little black dresses appeared (in the form of expertly doctored bin bags), the saloon was decorated with flags from the flag box, accompanied by the relevant sound track, all aboard sung their hearts out to Land of Hope and Glory, Jerusalem and Rule Britannia to name a few.  Being a British Affair, a fine feast of Sausages and Mash was to be had.