Windless in the wallows!

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W Distances are creeping up slowly and we now have
travelled 460 miles in the three and three quarter days since leaving
Yesterday afternoon we had a little
flurry of wind (10-12kts on the starboard beam) and put up our screacher (our
yellow and white asymmetric spinnaker) for a blissful hour of sound-free
sailing. Then it was all over and
back came the engine. When it comes, the wind is due to arrive from the south, but we fear we have another three days before we can become sailors again. In the meantime, Robert is choosing another sunny day (25% cloud cover) to do his washing.
We are completely alone out here – not a
speck of anything anywhere on the horizon, and even the sea birds seem to have
given up on us. For the previous
two nights we had the company of a big white sea-bird flying beside us on our
starboard side. It kept us company
all night – arriving during our supper on the aft deck, and leaving at
dawn. Despite offers of food and a
safe landing place on board, it continued to fly alongside us, almost in
touching distance. Last night our
lovely white sea-bird failed to appear – perhaps it literally ran out of
air-miles. Life on board is surprisingly busy – mending things, cleaning things, catching up on sleep, checking for and replying to (the occasional) email, Andy baking bread, de-frosting the deep freeze, Pippa putting together the blog, or preparing fruit for our midday smoothie (ie seeking out whichever papaya or bananas have least life left in them and paring away the ‘over-ripe’ bits, ie the bits which have a life of their own).
Fishing, and planning his fishing
tactics, take up a lot of Max’s time.
Having hugely enjoyed our mahi mahi supper on Wednesday night, we are now
re-directing our fishing efforts from tuna (deep freeze has several day’s worth
awaiting us) to mahi mahi. Tactics include a different Max-made lure and
changing fishing time to the middle of the day. Thanks to Jolyon for his excellent
present – the Cruiser’s Handbook of Fishing – and the fishing rod he gave to
Tom. 2,540 miles to go to the
Marquesas! |