Maine is just as invisible as Newfoundland when it
rains all day.
The boat is sailed from the cabin, quick dashes out to adjust the sails or steering.
Lean out from under the sprayhood to see where we
Believe the chart plotter, as we wind through
islands and rocks.
I have been told there are uncharted rocks, I hope
we are going slowly when we find them.
Completely ignore all lobster pots.
Thank you Contessa for an underwater shape that
slides over their ropes. Only twice all day did it feel as if we had snagged ropes,
once I had to waggle the tiller for the buoy to jump astern. The other time we hesitated and then three booys
jumped astern, all tied together. Were they tied before we
Please note that you just confuse
the Americans if you refer to booeys as buoys. That sounds like
boys. They may be spelt buoys but over here they rhyme with hooey as in
"load of hooey" (How do you spell hooey?)
Just to prove that I can work the timer on the
camera, here is a picture of the skipper. (Captain over here)
This was NOT yesterday, at no time did the rain let up and blue sky appear.
Today was shirt sleeves all day, the storm from
which I hid in Benjamin River missed us. It did hit Nova Scotia and
knocked down trees there. I came round to Castine, a lovely sunny morning
with the trees just starting to change colour. Gentle sailing between
wooded hills and palatial houses on every headland. They live there for
the view and look at us, sailing past. Other crews have been known to say
"What do they all do?" as we look at all the houses in remote locations.
Here we know what they do. To own houses that
big they work on Wall Street. Big house, no shirt?