It was the Vicar..
Fleck
Thu 30 May 2013 17:10
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Thursday, May 30th, 2013
Position 4:0.2N 47:59.4W
...in the study, with the candle stick holder: or
didn't you play cluedo as a child? Anyway I'm not saying who done it back
in the sixteenth centuary, suffice it to say that it is a very
saisfactory conclusion, perhaps in the mould of the last few pages of One
Hundred Years of Silence: the end of an epoch.
More pressing is the weather, specifically the
wind, which is of course very rarely entirely to the sailors' satisfaction, and
which for two days now has been tediously light. Just now there is enough
to sail, but I can't go exactly where I want to go without the sails banging
themselves about, so it is a sort of dance involving downwind tacking from time
to time. Still anything is better than no wind at all, which seems to happen at
about 02.00 each night.
Progress has slowed quite a bit, but not to worry,
we are well up to schedule, and maybe my benign mood is fostered not just
by Pamuk's authorship but by the aroma of fresh baking bread which is due out of
the oven in 10 minutes time. Typically I am still dithering over whether to put
into the French Islands or not, but a decision does not have to be made until
tomorrow, or quite possibly the day after, at this rate of progress. There is
masses of food on board, though fresh stuff is getting short: the St Helena
potatoes all went rotten, and my last batch of green tomatoes are about to ripen
all at once; no sign yet of scurvy however, and still several tins of mushy peas
as a future treat!
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