23:54.3N 029:08.6W at 04:20 Sunday 2 December 2007
..and another fine day on the high seas had by all. Tonight we watched the
Ipcress File and found ourselves marvelling at the fact that when 'my name
is Michael Caine' poured a drink the contents not only made it into the
glass but the glass remained on the table. How can this be? What has
happened to us? The joys of 'running' for a long period in an Atlantic swell
is clearly taking its toll.
We would all like to say thanks to the production of Pickup pickles which
has complimented Spanish cheese at lunchtimes and turned an ordinary lunch
into a gourmet affair. Cheers Mr P.
We are blessed with good trade winds with a fairly steady F4-6. Every degree
W is a cause for celebration at the moment; it's countdown to the half way
mark at 40 degrees W.
At supper we were speculating as to how we will cope with our first meal
ashore in St Lucia. At the moment one utilises every finger and thumb
available to hold down what is on the plate, the plate, the knife, the fork,
the drink, all simultaneously. Arms and legs are requisitioned on demand and
the result must look quite comic.
04.46 and all is well. The moon is waning, the stars bright and I'll soon be
off watch. Another day in paradise.