Outraged of Summer Song: Rain
A year afloat: to the Caribbean and back
Sam and Alex Fortescue
Thu 26 May 2011 02:44
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076:37.98W Today it has rained as if Summer Song were Noah's
second ark. It rained in the English style - bored, relentless rain of the
slightly-more-than-drizzle variety. The skipper got soaked at the helm. Alex
wisely stayed below. We had anchored up near O'Brien's Cay for the night, where
there is another sunken drug runner's plane rapidly turning into reef. However,
the unclement weather and a strong current kept our snorkelling mission
short.
We moved on in the afternoon to the centre of the
national park - a cay called Warderick Wells. It is widely renowned to be a
stunning place surrounded by turquoise waters and many coloured reef. But under
cloudy skies and with rain falling, it looks rather barren and uninviting. The
high point of the afternoon was notching up 6.8 knots of boat speed with just
the genoa out. I had spent hours scrubbing the hull and scraping off barnacles,
and it seemed to translate into instant extra speed. We hadn't been so fast
since arriving in Cuba.
The day ended with a whimper, rather than a bang,
though. We escaped the leaden skies by watching the third Bourne film in the
warm glow of the saloon. After a brief pit stop for left-over couscous and a
surprisingly vivid sunset, we resumed the evening with Sweet Home Alabama -
specially chosen by Alex. Mercifully the laptop ran out of juice before the
film's denouement, which we'll have to see at a later date.
Just time to check for news of Alex's new passport,
whose arrival in Nassau could prompt a quick scuttle back across the Yellow Bank
tomorrow. If not, we'll spend the day exploring Warderick and return on
Friday.
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