ARC DIARY DAY 7 - 2ND DECEMBER 2007
Ladyliv
Tue 4 Dec 2007 00:17
LADY LIV ARC DIARY - DAY 7
2ND DECEMBER 2007
Lady LIv has now reached 22:56N and 29:16W and is now some 1868nm from our
goal, St.
Lucia, the Caribbean and a hot fresh water shower.
Since our last log the motley crew have really been put through their
paces. Raging
storms,driving rain, howling winds, squalls - you name it, their Creator
has thrown
everything at them.
Have they been found wanting? Not a bit of it. Captain Bob has not even
had to
threaten the use of his trusty cat ( o'nine tails ). The boys have stood
firm,
shoulder to shoulder and to a man have faced out the perils that are the ARC.
On the domestic front, E-mail (Emil) , the renowned Canadian Chef,
promises to
respond to the Wishy Washy Dave's " savoury chien hache " with his own
speciality
and equaly mouth wateringly sounding " husky marniere au gratin". I'm sure
Dave will
respond in kind, in time honoured Wirrall fashion, with another delicacy
from the
frozen North. Doc prefers the peace and solitude of the poop deck to sun
bathe and
contemplate a simpler life, and becomes somewhat agitated when pressganged
into
swabbing the decks or assuming his normal position of a French galley maid, (
although the uniform suits his trim and lithe figure ).
Goldilocks regales us all with ballads and poems of his own creation from
yesteryear. Tales of seafaring adventures and daring-do! A source of great
entertainment and amusement to cheer the hearts of these lonely souls cast
adrift
and at Natures mercy. First mate, Greybeard Aldersen, continues to trifle
with his
sextant, at least it keeps his mind of other trifles, to no avail, since
Sun and
stars conspire to confound and frustate our celestial navigator.
"But what of whispering Mike Smith", I hear you ask. Oh, yes! do not concern
yourselves, he is still here, going about his business, quietly,
efficiently - a
tweak of the main sail here, a short nap in the fore cabin there and the
occasional
" anyone for a cuppa and a ginger nut".
But down to the real business in hand. The crew are really putting Lady
Liv through
her paces and shes not been found wanting. She continues to slice through
the waves,
despite snapping a spinnaker pole clean
in half, cutting a course, straight and true, to our Caribbean destination -
wherever that may be!
The never exhuasted and always on the ball crew of LLL bid you farewell until
tomorrow (but no promises).