So here we are, exactly 2 weeks in and the trade winds have finally
filled in and are whisking us across the atlantic in a near direct
course to St Lucia!
We have an easterly force 5 and are making a solid 10 Knots + VMG....
At long last! So all is well on the sailing front. The gennaker has
been fixed as best we can and is ready for her next outing should the
wind back again, but if I'm honest, I don't see it happening. If
anything I think the wind will veer slightly and return to its current
course repeatedly if it's going to do anything. It is however quite
variable which makes holding a steady spinnaker very tricky indeed....
In fact you might say its infuriating, especially in the middle of the
night when you can't see it. Grr!
Anyway, good ground is being made, but will we make it for my
Birthday?? Maybe just as the pubs shut at this rate. I think we will
probably arrive late on 8th or early on the 9th but either way, terra
firma is a matter of days away now, not weeks any more and the bottles
of beer rum and wine that go with it are literally hours after that!
So I got to thinking today how surreal life becomes when every day is
relatively the same. Somebody mentioned groundhog day the other
morning, and it really is like that. Not that its a bad think. In fact
I'm a big believer that routine in a yachting sense is what keeps you
sane. There is nothing out here but each other, and apart from a few
chats during the day, we really only all get together for dinner every
evening. Personal space is at a premium and everyone values a bit of
alone time just to get your head in order and reset your brain a
Also, being on a watch system and not getting more than 4-5 hours
sleep every day plays its part. Your brain never gets chance to make
sense of the days events, digest, process and file them in a useful
way. Its just leaves them hanging around in you conscious ready to be
mixed up and confused with the next days events. I think this is part
of the reason for the groundhog feeling, because apart from writing
this blog, which forces my to chronologically order the events, I
couldn't tell you what has happened when. It really does just feel
like one almighty loooooong day!
Strangely I haven't had one single dream since the first night. I
watch the same episodes of alan partridge every night when i go to
bed. I never get past around the first 5 minutes and then BANG! I'm
awake again for my next watch. One of the guys said arriving in St
Lucia would be odd. They said it feels like they've been
institutionalised on a boat.
I know what they mean. I am fearful for the first person they see
ashore and the first question they ask them is, "Eh, which cabin were
you staying in?".... Or the first person they see eating something,
they wander straight up and say, "Thats for evening meals, not lunches!"
A few things that I know will stay with them for at least a few days
How much electricity and kettle, toaster and dishwasher use.
They'll be conscious of how many times they flush the loo in a day.
They'll be taking shorter showers.
The won't be leaving nice Global knives in the sink to rust.
They'll wander round in the dark at night so as not to ruin their
They will unplug phone and laptop chargers when they aren't being used.
And finally, as you may have guessed from the above, they won't be sad
to see the back of me;-)
Love to all from all aboard
The crew of Lady Boy Bob! (spelling is hard when you're tired;-)
PS. Just a quick note, we went another hour back last night, so we are
now 3 hours behind the UK and 4 behind France.