Woke up to the foggiest of fogs enveloping the ship,

the gentle horn now and then letting all and sundry know we are here,sailing merrily towards Madeira.This is the marine practice and it makes sense whether some travellers like it or not.I find the sound of the horn quite comforting and love to hear it when a ship is leaving a port.Often it brings tears to my eyes. Some captains apologize for sounding the .horn,apparently people object to the noise. Well, it is a part and parcel of cruising and if you do not like it, you have no business to be on a ship. Breakfast was the usual affair of porridge [barely warm] and then a hot slice of bread with some too salty scrambled eggs.Why do the chefs forget that you can always add salt to a meal but you cannot take it away?I picked up some lemon slices, yogurt and raspberry tea and had a cup sitting on the balcony in my cabin.Not yet hot enough to sunbathe but warm enough to enjoy the sun and the magnificent view,the never ending sea,the waves frolicking and chasing each other.