Day 5 and the bird has flown
Bardeau returns across Atlantic
Robert Bard
Thu 23 Aug 2012 10:41
EssoStation not sinking or blowing up) off Finisterre by 6 this evening
then a 2 hour stop at Peurto Friday night for more fuel and wine. Then Gib
here we come. Enough nautical stuff though. The reality of days 4 and 5 at
sea are less pleasant.The little yellow bird has disappeared and our chef
C.Dundee is offering us 'a different variety of fowl' for dinner tonight. As
yet no-one has asked the unaskable. If it tastes of Pimms I'll know the
awful truth. Just heard him asking Rebecca if she'd ever tried marinated
sparrow? Of course she hasn't she's a veggie, which is why three days into
the blazing sunshine and despite copious amounts of sunbathing at the
pointed end (on my blow-up self inflating sun mat) she's still deadly pale.
Last night was film night on Bardeau. I decided Master and Commander could
wait, and offered my eager crew the full, uncut, unexpurgated 3 DVD version
of Lord of the Rings. I seem to have watched it alone. I've never known 6
people to be on watch together. I put Butterkist Popcorn in the microwave
and all was well on the good steam ship. By this morning I was being asked
not to watch tv at night as the 'glow of Gollum' from the saloon was
stopping effective night watching. I pointed out to Jill (GB) because she's
from Sheffield that 'glow of Gollum' was an alliteration. Much to my stunned
amazement she snapped back that of course she knew that. I commented that I
was amazed that they had schools at the coal pit. The response was not
suitable for this blog. Fortunately she has a compulsive cleaning
disorder....everything is spotless though it can be annoying when I'm
sleeping on the saloon couch, morning or pm power nap, and she comes
brushing past with moppy things on sticks, and asking me to move so she can
get at the shelves, 'cos they loook disgustin eeeupp.' A major positive of
this is a disaster has been averted.Whilst dressing for breakfast this
morning I noted that I had runout of T Shirts and swimming costumes.
Everything reversible had been worn in reverse, but the truth was dawning
that we don't have a washer thingy and tumble thingy on board. I did my
brown eyed little boy look at Jill, who wanted to know why I was dressed
like Iwas heading out to a do at the Royal Yacht Squadron. 'Cos I have
nothing left of a casual nature' I said,'and no one learned me how to wash
things.' Whammeeee....the northern hurricane whisked her way round my pit.
(the mastersuite) and came out wearing surgical gloves and all my scattered
gear ! A result ! (Yer only got one sock...only one sock....)
149 Pot Noodles left and 2 bottles of New Zealands finest. The Nash
donations to the pre-departure ships cellars are now long absorbed back into
the ocean. It looks like pizza or hot dogs for lunch. I'm cooking as
C.Dundee has b******d off to bed at the crucial time.
Till later