It's been 50 days since we launched Bon Bini and cast off our lines in Preveza. It feels much longer, and like it was a lifetime ago that we were full of anticipation and packing our bags to fly to Greece. I've got a bit of a fascination about the concept of time, and why some days fly by in a blur, whilst other days seem to be multiple all rolled into one.

We've just endured one of the hardest 24 hours we've had on board Bon Bini, probably ever.

The weather has been particularly unsettled this year. There's been a procession of low-pressure systems travelling north-eastward across the Mediterranean, bringing with them strong southerly winds and sand from the Sahara, making the skies an eerie orange.