Pursued by a huge, feral squall.
There are many ways to celebrate Christmas, but peering at a radar screen isn’t one that instantly springs to mind. Nevertheless that’s what I found myself doing as I explained to Lou why we were currently sailing northeast back to Dakar, as she came to take over the watch. Out in the inky night a squall was heading our way, and I was trying to dodge around the worst of it, fortunately this time successfully. God bless radar—there’s no better way to track squalls, especially at night.