2am wake up
Sat 14 Jun 2008 21:26
30:51.44N 52:54.14W at 21:00 UTC
Course: 70 degrees
True wind: 17knots due west
Speed: 5.5 knots
My, my, my the excitement. We enjoyed a spectacular sunset last night but the night did not pass quite so romantically as by around 2am last night Kate and I noticed that a funny aroma was rising from below. Kate heroically went to investigate only to find the toilet backfilling all over the bathroom floor. Mmmm. Try as she might she could not clear the blockage, but thankfully Simon was up in a flash and to the rescue, managing to pump that little bit harder, clearing the system to see another day. This was not the end of the excitement by any means. I was removing my waterproofs and looking forward to getting into bed and Simon was attemping to light the stove for a caffeine hit but found it getting further and further away from him whilst I realised I was almost horizontal whilst still standing. Our first squall had arrived. Back on deck it was to hastily arrange ropes and sails to restore Gertha to a sense of calm after she reached her top speed since we left of 10.5 knots. Needless to say there was no time to faff around with waterproofs so i found myself nice and soggy as I got into bed after all the excitement.
By morning there were 4 dead flying fish on deck, all was a little more calm and we have been sailing steadily throughout the day enjoying the occasional visit from Nigel who likes to check we are OK. Jam tart was on the menu for afternoon tea and after the success of last night's cobbler (thanks Moody for the recipe) Ian is now prepaing another mince based meal. Just one more day of pulverised bones until we start on the tinned stuff until we reach the Azores whenever that may be.
The wind has been pushing us a bit far north so it was time for a sail change a short while ago that provided us with more fun and games. Downwind sailing means twin head sails according to captain and that means fighting around with a long piece of metal at the front of the boat trying to connect the mast with a sail that generally involves lots of huffing and puffing and hanging on for dear life to anything that doesn't move (Kate is a particular fan of the mast) before it is good to go.
Kate has taken to calling sleep "sleepies" and feels quite rediculous having said this, something she will not be allowed to forget. As a come back I have been told to mention something that we forgot to blog about in the BVI...Laura was attempting to make the transition between dingy and boat but managed to kick the boat away and landed face first in the water with the painter between her legs, much to the amusement of those around. Feel free to laugh as much as you like.
I think that's about it for now, so until tomorrow when we can find some more tales of the high seas to ramble on about I will bid you adieu.
I'm not too sure why I have started calling father dearest Simon.