Of Sea and C

I'm sitting up in my bunk with the strains of Felix Baloy filling the boat with Cuban music to lift our spirits.  The last 36 hours have been a very mixed bag that started the night before last as a wall of blackness marched across the water towards us at around 19.00 hrs.  We quickly shortened sail to deep reefed main, (a method of reducing the amount of the main ship's sail to cope with stronger winds)putting away the inner foresail and rolling away most of the genoa (similar system to reduce the sail at the front))The next 24 hours were the sort that make you wonder quite what you were thinking when you decided to go to sea with winds gusting to 28 knots. We were pretty comprehensively beaten up and hence there was no time for the niceties of a blog.  I didn't think computers were meant to be on 1939 sailing boats anyway but there is a shelf with raised edges built behind the wheel which must have been made to put a 10" Asus netbook on - such foresight!  I felt sorry for all of us yesterday but especially Tristan who picked the moment the storm arrived to get seasick and for the whole time was the colour of the incredible hulk when he cops a strop.  He felt guilty that he wasn't pulling his weight and kept trying to help so we had to keep sending him below to lie down. Lady C has 2 very cosy bunks which we use as seaberths when we are underway, they are in the saloon on either side so they are in the lowest point of the boat and right in the middle so there is the least amount of Rock n Roll , they are fitted with leecloths ( a canvas cloth fitted to the outside of the bed and tied up to the ceiling so you can't roll out when the boat is heeled or rolling from side to side) - definitely the place to be if your'e feeling dodgy. I'm very happy to be able to tell you that he has just asked me if I want boiled eggs and beans for breakfast - a recovered Tristan is good but the thought of breakfast in bed is pretty nice too.After the worst of the storm had gone and the wind had dropped we got the sails back up and Lady C seemed to be positively enjoying herself as she reached across the messy remains that the storms had left at over 7 knot's.  I actually found myself not wanting my watch to end at 6 this morning, it felt so good to be out there.  It was vey black although I know there was an almost full moon up there behind the dark menacing clouds.There was still quite a big sea and as we smashed into it the resultant froth we created which streamed past the hull was speckled with occasional points of bright green luminescence.  This exhilarating sail was reward indeed for the trials of the previous day.    At 70 years old this boat is amazing as she throws herself against another of the relentless waves that are lined up in our path.   They say that there is an holistic black box in a ship where positive energy is accumulated as a result of the care and attention you lavish on her, you can then draw on this in times of need - We were very glad yesterday that we had done so much to "The old Slapper" (A term of endearment that I apply to Lady C as she used to belong to the RAF and I reckon almost everyone in the forces has had a good time on her) as she really does have good sea manners and looked after us in her usual calm understated manner. Thanks for the e-mails, I can't tell you how good they are to receive - please keep them coming. And Jody we hope your 1st barbie was a great success sorry we missecd it and yes we will have 1 when we get back xx  Time to get up I can't stay here all day (lunch in bed too? I think I might just be pushing my luck) Wonder if Gaynor or Tristan fancy a Salsa...........................xx