Chalking up the miles. Sundowners consumed. Much talk of
tomorrow’s planned Sunday lunch of lamb.
Landed a snake mackerel (now referred to as devil fish) on
the night nurse (NIco’s nighttime fishing line). Weather deteriorated. Was
it a bad omen?
We never got supper.
Big and uncomfortable seas. Breeze up to 35knots apparent.
The wash cycle.
Tony’s reacted badly to comments about his waist. His
bulimic tendancies are worrying, driven by his desire to be the thinnest man
Sunday was first day without a meal of fish or a San Miguel.
Very good night on flying fish front : collected 12 in total
now which are nessling in the deep freeze ready for better weather for the
Drying cycle. Nico reckons the snake mackerel was a bad
omen. We have thrown it overboard. Weather has improved.
Wind eases and sun is out. The problem we have is that it is
still blowing hard from the south west. We are coming to believe that trade
winds from the east, much like mermaids, are a myth.