one exception – and a major one – it’s been a pretty routine day. To arrive at
Angra Dos Reis at first light on Monday we only have to average 5.8 knots which
is not demanding. So in the light winds and now flat seas we are enjoying, we
have had a combination of beam reaching under sail alone, a bit of motor sailing
just to keep the speed up a bit when the wind drops off and, occasionally, when
the wind dies even further we have simply motored. Not exactly an epic passage
but we’re all agreed that after the exceptionally good passage from Ushuaia to
Buenos Aires we’re well satisfied
whatever this final passage brings.
bless him, has never given up on his fishing ambitions and has been tweaking
this and changing that. Clearly he had attracted something, as at one point this
afternoon there was a loud crack and the 50 lb breaking strain line just snapped
– I’m not sure we would have wanted on board the monster that did that anyway.
So another length of line and an expensive lure went the same way as so many
others before it. I have lost lures over the years worth far more than if I had
bought the fish we have caught at Harrods and had them helicoptered out to the
fazed by this set back, Lawrence got
out the Big Rod, put on one of my last remaining lures and half an hour later
the end of the rod arched over and the line started playing out. Like a coiled
spring, Lawrence had grabbed the rod
and was playing the catch. With consummate skill he let the catch run a bit,
then reeled it in ever closer. After what seemed hours of this life and death
struggle between the two gladiators, Lawrence eventually brought alongside a
large what we think but don’t know ‘cos we don’t have a crib sheet is a yellow
fin tuna (for those of you out there that might know, it is grey on top, bright
yellowy green underneath, has a dome shaped head, a well forked tail, and a
large sailfish-like dorsal fin).
Lawrence had it clubbed to death by
winch handle on the poop deck (the blood was all over the place, including some
that spattered down the open hatch to my cabin staining the sheets of my bed –
the DS will not be happy). It was then gutted and filleted and, as I type, it is
simmering in a pan of butter, onions and garlic, ready to be served with some
simple boiled and buttered potatoes.
a fantastic performance. I may just have given the impression in some earlier
blogs that Lawrence was a couple of
sandwiches short of a picnic and, if I did so, then I openly admit that this
would have been a completely inadvertent slur on his fine character.
Lawrence is a hunter-gatherer
supreme. Strong in mind and body he exemplifies everything I would wish to be
when I’m a near-70 year old codger. No skipper could ask for a better crew
member and I am proud to have
Lawrence on board. And I bet that,
at home, he is a devoted and caring husband to Carrie and an exemplary father to
Keely. What lucky women they are.