Day 2 to Fiji
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Thu 28 May 2015 12:00
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A Mixed Old Bag During Day Two
to Fiji
  I got up at ten to find a very
dull, wet morning. No sooner than I sent yesterdays blog than the first of a
line of squalls hit. Top gust forty one knots and for a few seconds Beez showed
nine point seven knots. Our view was over a sea that
was very grey and quite lumpy, enough to chuck our individual baskets off the
bathroom shelf - a puddle of toothbrushes, creams and potions littered the
bedroom floor – I’ll deal with that later methinks. The heaviest rainfall
thundered on the pram roof and just as I was admiring our waterproofness – what
have I said before about pride before a fall – an enormous wave hit the back
left of Beez shooting many gallons of water under the shed, forming a
beautiful cascade over the cockpit sole, all over the bench seat and landing
with quite a noise on the floor. I got a soaked bottom and Bear got a good
laugh........ One particular wave thought it would be funny to dump many
hundreds of gallons right on top of us, we both flinched but amazingly nary a
drop came in on us, on later inspection it had cast a cup full of water down the
heater chimney, a small amount of seawater had tramped across the lounge step
like a trail left by a herd of leaf-cutter ants. Mmmm. Carrier bag now cunningly
placed for future sneakiness.
 We fell to our usual call of
“it’s nice over there”, finally catching up with ‘over there’ just
after four in the afternoon. How wonderful to be bowling along, not so tipped
over and sailing like they do in the books. Late in the evening the barometer
slowly lifted from 1017 to 1020. Overnight things settled even more to the point
when I was slowed to point eight knots. A swift turn westward and Beez found
enough wind to trot as smoothly as any dressage steed at two point eight knots,
I was happy with that as Bear would get some solid, comfortable sleep. I went to
bed at six feeling spoilt by the fact that bed seemed like a solid piece of
furniture – hang on, Bear gybed at half past seven and the boom did a very loud
eee, eeee and continued to sing out every time even the smallest of waves passed
under us. By nine I could not take anymore of the torture, off to see the
skipper. Oh, I am disappointed, I thought I had been so
quiet and I can’t hear anything from out here. He followed me back
to the bedroom. I wouldn’t mind but I had new bushes put
on. I don’t care if they are platinum awarded tea rose as judged by
the powers that be at the Chelsea Flower Show. There was muttering as himself
rummaged in the potting shed for his trusty can of WD40. I heard the wind
receive more words as he bimbled up to the said horticultural sounding equipment
and give them a smart once over. Is that
better on his return as the head bobbed round the bedroom door. Much
better, thank you. Pity it was time to get
up....................
 Our little fifteen
mile dog leg.
Noon summary: May manage a game of backgammon after
lunch......
Noon position: 31:05’55 South and 175:29’11
East
Noon to Noon: 117 nautical miles. Not bad
considering overnight slow down.
Miles Covered: 277 nautical miles
Miles to Go : Lots.
Current:
Now in the centre of the low so engine purring.
  Nice to see that most things have settled into the pattern of life at sea.
Talking of patterns, I leant against the wall in the
kitchen post wash and Ooops.........
ALL IN ALL VERY
PLEASANT
SEA LEGS
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