Ooops, forgot to change the position on our last blog,
we did move - honestly, I'll edit when we get to land.
It was tuna, and it was delicious. If I'd have known it was tuna, I'd have
cooked it differently and it would have been nicer, but, even so, Rob ate it all
and he's not a big fan of fish.
Then we had lasagne, hand made by somebody in a factory
somewhere, with salad and Heinz baked beans, which I'd gift wrapped for Chris
and put under the tree, 'cos at €1.75 a tin he'll only be eating them once a
year. Despite the unconventional
food and setting, it was a traditional Christmas dinner in that we were all
stuffed to busting at the end. I
couldn't tempt the boys with Ambrosia rice pudding, or tinned peaches or even
Magnum Mini ice-creams. I had a
"not even a waffer thin mint, sir?" battle with the After
After Rob had gone to bed there was a bit of a panic we
thought might ruin our wonderful day; an unknown loud double-beep sounding every
few minutes. Unknown beeps on a
boat are very disconcerting - the first time some one sent us a text message on
our satellite phone we checked everything from the bilges to the batteries in a
growing state of panic - but after Christmas Day's battle of the bilges, even
more so. Unusually, it wasn't
coming from the main panel, more from the galley area, so Chris and I watched
the smoke detectors and gas alarm, waiting for the next beeps. The next set came from just behind me,
from inside the galley cupboard, and I cringed with recognition. I can now tell you the beeps were
exactly four and a half minutes apart and that I'm in search of an alternative
method of timing my breakfast...
I spied land ahoy at 08:20 this morning just as we were
topping up with diesel. We've had a
cooked breakfast in the sun, and Rob has just got a mobile signal and finally
spoken to Rozzie so everyone is happy.
Just a few hours to go before we finally reach