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Boatannie
Mon 28 May 2012 15:30
Today is Day Seventeen of the crossing. We’re currently approximately 450
miles west of the island of Flores, our destination, which is the most
westerly of the islands in the Azores.
We’re continuing to make excellent progress, although not always in the
right direction. This morning, due to the wind being in the west, we are heading
more towards Greenland than the Azores. We’ve got wind speeds of 35+ knots so
have two reefs in the mainsail and a much-reduced genoa. However, we are still a
degree or so south of Flores, so are likely to continue north for a while
longer. If the wind stays in the west, we will tack off and go south for a
while, then tack towards Flores along a corridor of narrowing width as we
approach the island. However, hopefully, the wind will go south and we will then
have the sailor’s dream of an easy beam reach all the way to the Azores. With a
fair (but not too much) wind and a bit of luck, we’ll be in the Azores by
Friday.
Life on board follows a now well-established rhythm. We are each on watch
for three hours, then off watch for six hours. On a small boat like ‘Annie’,
with a crew of only three, that means we spend a lot of time on our own in the
cockpit as the other two sleep. This provides plenty of time for contemplation,
as well as plenty of time to wonder at the immensity of the ocean. For days on
end we see no-one else. If we were to go to the horizon beyond the horizon, it
would be the same. At night, if there is little or no cloud, the stars are
amazing, billions and billions of them. The Plough is the most obvious of the
constellations and is the one I always look for first to get my bearings,
pointing as it does to the Pole Star and, my personal favourite, for obvious
reasons, the ‘W’ constellation of Cassiopeia.
Food is a major preoccupation. Not so much the absence of it (although we
have used up all of our fresh supplies apart from one onion, a few heads of
garlic, some ginger and two lemons), but more for the creative possibilities it
presents given the range of tins we have on board. Last night I prepared my
signature dish, sag gosht (lamb curry with spinach), which was delicious.
‘Prepared’ is, however, overstating it, as the meal consisted largely of a tin
of M+S Hot Lamb Curry and a tin of spinach. However, a fried onion, some garlic
and fresh ginger with a couple of tablespoonsfuls of Patak’s Madras curry paste
greatly enhanced the flavour. Try it !! Sadly, we had no chilled Cobra or
Kingfisher beers to wash it down with nor, indeed, chilled beers of any
description, since we have not had a fridge since a few days before we left
Antigua.
We are now in the habit of having drinks before dinner, usually at about
6.00pm. Up to yesterday, we had peanuts with our drinks. These have now all been
eaten, so we are reduced to Pringles, although we also have some dried plantain
snacks on board as well. After dinner, which sadly is no longer accompanied by
wine, since we have drunk it all, Peter and I take black coffee. All three of us
have some dark chocolate and a ‘wee dram’ to set us up for the night ahead. We
are currently working our way through the Glenlivet. In addition, we have
Highland Park and Jura, as well as a reasonable quantity of rum, so one way or
another, we’ll be alright.
Our avid reading continues. All three of us having read Beryl Bainbridge’s
‘Every Man for Himself’, a fictional account of the last days of the ‘Titanic’
(we are now, by the way, north of the southern recorded limit of icebergs),
Peter has just finished Beowulf, Graham is reading a tome-like history of Europe
since World War Two (which raises our centre of gravity considerably every time
he brings it on deck) and I am greatly enjoying the massively entertaining,
hilarious, reckless adventures of Don Quixote and his loyal servant, Sancho
Panza. I have now read over 700 pages. Less than 250 pages still to go ! I must
finish it before we get to the Azores.
(Since writing the above earlier today, all three of us were drenched by a
rogue wave as we had lunch in the cockpit, which made our Ryvitas and pate
extremely soggy. Peter then produced teas and coffees inadvertently made with
sea water. A novel idea but one which is not likely to catch on !)
Best wishes to you all from the three of us. We’re having a lot of fun and
we hope that you are, too, wherever you are and whatever you’re doing !!
Bill |