Day 12 Atlantic Crossing,
Position 13'N 47'W, December 18th 2005
Steve says: 'We're bowling
along at seven knots, hoping the wind will last until we get to Bequia
(pronounced Beckway). That's about it I reckon'.
Hard to think of anything
to say, apart from the fact that there's lots and lots of sea all
Otti says: 'We did
heaps of spellings this morning. Having fun, and looking forward to
Christmas, and we had pancakes yesterday as well'.
Mimi says: 'Doing
school. Having apples. Doing 'Ten minute Maths' Book. Playing
gameboy a lot. From Mimi.'
'ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ (he's asleep after being on watch).'
We are in a weird state of
the here and now, quietly going about our daily routine, with sea, sea, and more
ocean. It is funny to think about people on land, driving around,
and sleeping on beds that are still. I try not to think about land too
much, because it makes it hard to cope with of all the sea we still
have to cross before this endless ocean is over.
Steve threw an empty tin
overboard, and Chris said,' That's got over four miles to go before it hits the
Steve replied, 'Thanks a
lot Chris, I'd rather not think about that now.'
It gives you vertigo to
think of the gulf of ocean below us, as we fly along far far above the bottom,
on the surface. Our average speed over the last five hours has been 7.3knots,
which is terrific.
We are now all used to
living at sea, and have worked out where we are all comfortable at night.
Otti and Mimi seem to have moved into our cabin in the focsle, I sleep in
Mimi's bunk, Chris in the saloon, and Steve in the chart table cabin. You
just need to be well wedged in.
lasagne Supper: risotto? and