Of bacon butties and fishing
Tillymint.fortescue
Sun 20 Sep 2009 09:41
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30:50:141N 12:26:076W
Ne'er a squid nor a sprat seen the whole night
long. However, the wind has backed a little so that we are now on a dead run,
with the gigantic genoa billowing now one way, now the other. This has set up a
curious rocking motion which sees us rolling from port, then to starboard, back
to port etc.
We've done our calculations and figure that, with a
mere 163 miles until we reach Lanzerote, we'll come screeching in at around dawn
- just in time to catch some late beers and an after party. We've already ironed
our Ben Shermans and I've been buffing up my finest patent footwear. We're all
practising our best Geordie accents (Stuart has definite advantage here, being
from that neck of the woods). Way-eye...
...big roll...
In a scene probably not repeated on too many
Atlantic cruises, the Skipper has set up the bread machine for bacon butties at
dawn. We chose, from a bewildering array of exciting-sounding dough mixtures,
a 'continental' style number featuring sun dried tomatoes and parmesan.
Less Jolly Roger than Marie Antoinette, the recipe will feature in my soon to be
released 'Popping down to The Ship... simple gastropub food afloat'. It
gave me something of a shock, though, when the mixer started whirring this
morning. It sounded as if the engine was trying to motor through
treacle!
...more rolling, not of the bacon
variety...
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