Report from the North Atlantic

It's finally starting to feel like the end is in sight. Yesterday we celebrated crossing below 1000 miles to go. We expect to make out first landfall in Kinsale Ireland next Saturday or Sunday. The plan is to spend a day or maybe 2 there, and then sail the remaining day and a half back to Les and Ali's home port in Wales.
Since my last update, the weather has changed considerably. SE of Newfoundland there is a large area where the Labrador current mixes with the Gulf stream. Sea temp dropped from around 16 degrees to around 5 in the space of an hour, and we spent much of the next 2 1/2 days in thick fog. We had a couple of days of sunshine after that, and then we sailed into cloud and rain, where we've been for a couple of days now. The winds have been generally very good for the past week, with maybe 12 hours of motoring in total.
I will be glad to see the other side for sure. There is a definite monotony to the ocean - I don't think anyone does a trip like this for the views. We are seeing dolphin every few days, and a big ship with about the same frequency. The sea birds come around a bit more often, and they are interesting to watch as they skim the waves. Other than that, its water, water everywhere. I suppose it feels a bit more like a job than a vacation at this point. Not at all unpleasant, but it will be nice to have a day or 2 off.
My watch last night was rainy and very dark. About the only light came from the waves stirring up the bio luminescence in the water. It was strangely enjoyable driving along in the near-dark, feeling the rhythm of the waves, and feeling the boat rock beneath my feet. For some reason I found myself thinking about a heavy wooden rowboat we on Columbia Lake when I was a kid. I suppose that is my first memory of boating, and I recall feeling pretty good about myself when I learned to row it on my own.
I suppose the enjoyment in crossing an ocean isn't so much the day to day pleasures, but in the satisfaction of undertaking a huge task and working through it step by step. Or, maybe it's as Water Rat explains to Mole in the WInd in the Willows: "...there is NOTHING - absolutely nothing - half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats".