A forecasters lot is a happier one, a biologists lot is not such a happy one....

In the end the forecasters got it right on Saturday and the the fog finally cleared at around 09:30. After some frantic sandwich making we were on the water by 11:30 heading west to Point Nord and Banc Parent in our trusty blue RHIB "Sirocco".  Many miles and many hours later we returned to nurse our sore limbs and sunburned faces with a single minke whale , 20 grey seals and 5 puffing pigs under our belt. I was reminded of a quote from Shakespeare's "Scottish Play".

"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools"

Rafale, the second MICS research boat out on the water on Saturday, faired a little better and finally made contact with a humpback mother and calf in the twilight. Perhaps our luck was about to change; if only Irene could stay away another day.