Day 18 of Atlantic Crossing

Swiftwing
Wed 12 Dec 2007 22:57
Lat/Lon at 1200 GMT: 14:31.11N 47:11.09W
 
    Guess what broke today, go on, you'll never guess.
    The emergency tiller - used by the self steering gear to steer the boat - all but snapped off this morning, parting at the weld that held it to the rudder shaft. Alan and Neil took up the challenge, as our feelings towards manually steering for days and nights on end haven't changed, and quickly managed to bodge a fantastic repair which (so far) has held without any problems.
    A few people have been emailing asking for photo's to be put up on the blog. The reason we haven't posted any photos is that the satellite phone gives a very slow internet connection. For pictures to be sent at all they need to be shrunk to a very poor quality and even then, in spite of our mail-compression software, the connection needs to be held for at least five minutes. With the roll of the boat the phone is struggling to get a fix even for the 30 seconds it takes to send text emails, so would not manage to send the time-consuming photos. Don't worry though, we are putting together an album of the best pictures which we will post on the blog as soon as we have a WiFi connection on land. This will allow better quality photo's to be posted, and save us a bit of time and money. Anyway, aren't out astonishing journalistic skills good enough? Do we not paint a picture in your minds with our flowing words?
    The rest of the day went by fairly uneventfully. We had what claimed to be Chinese soup for lunch and both Dougie and myself exelled ourselfs with tea tonight. Douglas "Ramsay" Reid decided to use up the odd tins so made a stew of two tins of, err, stew, 2 tinned full english breakfasts and one tin of ravioli, served with boiled tatties. In charge of desert and struggeling to find anything suitable, John "Rhodes" Sutherland ended up mixing a carton of custard with a tin of summer fruits. Everyone agreed it was a fine meal.
    Well, I must sign off as I'm on watch in a few minutes.
 
    John