272 N Miles to Lisbon
Wind only 4 knots tonight, its cloudy and mild and
a full moon hides behind a thin layer of cloud.
As I poured my meusli this morning I took a quick
glance around the devestation that is our saloon around the 0600 mark. >From the
galley where I stood I could see Joey working at the log on the chart table and
the other two, semi clad, and in fits of sleep. This tightly canned harmony was
like the four of us had moved into a student bedsit circa 1985. I even had a
mild dose of bedsit back (which comes from high quality bedding in such
accommodations). Thankfully however we do not have the lingering cabbage odour,
which existed in all bedsits, even if cabbage had never been cooked
Today was the day Cerys Pie was invented.
Masterchef Joe Kenny (2 Michelin Jellyfish) produced a fantastic, large and
wholesome feast wrapped in crunchy pastry with "Cerys Pie" in thick crispy
Tahoma lettering. It was almost a shame to eat it.
Today we spotted:
1 Great White Shark, thankfully headed
1 Blue Whale
Also something with very sharp teeth ate through
our wire trace on the fishing line.