Day 10: Starry Starry Night

Noon to Noon Run: 166 miles
Date: When Peter was anticipating this trip, he was talking to
some friends who had crossed the But not last night. During the afternoon the clouds cleared and all of us spent most of the night just gazing upwards in astonishment. In all the years I have been sailing, I have never seen a display like it. Adding to the spectacle were a succession through the night of shooting stars and, to cap it all, we were visited by dolphins at 0300 who were covered in phosphorescence as they cavorted round the boat. Nice, too, to clearly see the Southern Cross for the first time. A night to remember. Meanwhile, after the stonking good 190-mile run yesterday, we were quite relieved when the wind abated and the boat straightened up a bit. Life at a permanent 40 degree angle can get a bit wearing after a while. At dawn this morning the wind had backed more to the east so up went the cruising chute and we have been reaching along at 7.5 knots over the azure sea under a cerulean sky studded with just a few cotton wool trade wind clouds. For the icing on this almost perfect cake, Peter has just plugged in his iPod and turned the music on: Andy Williams Christmas Special. Creaming along in 35 degree heat listening to “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas” is about as surreal an experience as you can get! We are currently just 180 miles east of
I have dealt with the crew issues. All alcohol on board
has now been transferred into the skipper’s locked cabinet. Cold turkey can be
difficult, but We have swept the boat for cardboard (there was remarkably little left as it happened – Peter had done a thorough job), and chucked it all overboard. Peter’s anguished screams tore at my heart strings, but tough problems need tough solutions. And it’s a bit of a tough solution for Neil as well. Without the cardboard supplement, he’s all but wasting away. We had a formal walking of the plank ceremony for Peter’s imaginary friend, John Barrowman, so that problem has been solved as well. Or I think so: last night when Peter was alone on deck I overheard him chatting away to someone. “So, Andy” he was saying “tell me a bit more about this unreachable star”. We may not be completely out of the woods yet. |