Well 7 nights and 8 days in...an assessment. It's mostly grey, very windy,
and it takes a brave man to look back at waves that build up behind the
yacht, lift her up gently 15 feet and surf her down into some pretty steep
valleys the other side. El Illustrious sits with his back to the waves so he
can't see them whilst singing nursery rhymes and calling for his mother. The
more serious effect of the resulting corkscrew motion of the yacht is that
eating becomes a pain. Here we are, foi grassed, hot dogged, joints of every
animal under the sun in the freezer, but with the diffiuculty of getting
them cooked...and when they get cooked in a lull...the sea usually takes off
again and one has to open one's mouth really wide to allow the fork to find
the hole. This is where I have argued with the motleys that hot dogs are one
of nature' own blessings. Long, thin, holdable by hand....it is easy to
achieve target. On the plus side, with little sun, and little pleasure in
eating and drinking...and sleeping impossible ....I've lost lotsa weight !
Nature's own Atlantic Diet Plan. Amidst all this Animal is like a pig at the
trough yihaaing as the breakers break over, and standing at the helm where
poor Doris used to be. After another attempt at fishing yesterday, Mr K
handed over the rod to Genevieve, C Dundee's Moll, who promptly caught a
sizable Dorado. As it was being reeled in I made them an offer they could
not refuse. I let them land and murder the beast....they eat it....but in
return they cook me hot dogs for dinner. It was a deal. I went downstairs to
avoid unsightly sights...and the fish was stowed in the freezer. Today is
pizza day. A tribute to Domino's who unfortunately cannot be anywhere near
us. Today is also the day I have designated the beginning of Chapter 2 of my
world masterpiece on the Earls of Essex. Karen take note. My agent take
note. On the plus side, our weather woman, Simone of West End, not Hamble,
says that boats ahead are having an easy run, with people jumping over the
side and having a swim. Do that here and it would be your first and last.
However...we look forward to tomorrow when she has faithfully promised that
our fifty shades of grey will get lighter, the sun come out, and the seas
become friendly. Meanwhile we were wondering if we accidentally miss St
Lucia and arrive say Antigua, does it still count?
El Illustrious Skipper.
-----Original Message-----
From: Robert Bard S.Y Bardeau
Sent: Monday, December 03, 2012 1:53 PM
To:
Subject: another day in paradise
Doris is still missed but parrot day is nearly upon us. A good friend
recently bought the illustrious skipper a battery operated parrot that
repeats back everything that is said. It has been agreed that if sea
conditions allow at the half way point later this week, we will stop the
boat, throw all the accumulated waste food into the water and await the
arrival of our triangular dorsaled friends. We will then offer up Mr Parrot
who will be dangled on the end of our fishing rod...and the event filmed.
Bids from TV companies welcome...are you reading this Karen? National Geo
with an edge !
Anyway, today is hotter, sunnier, and Mr C Dundee is preparing some chicken
and salad wraps, a McDonalds tribute meal. Meanwhile, upstairs, Mr Kennedy
has been attempting to fish. He must have once read about doing it in a
comic because events have been pretty comic in themselves. Two bites in
under an hour and both got away ! Mr Frog our barometer says it's 29c
....I'm hoping that it will be hot dogs on tonight's menu.
From somewhere in the Atlantic en route to a better place
el illustrious skipper
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