We roll, we pitch, we motor. Started the day with a good westerly wind, 15 knots or so, and sailing and progress were splendid. But, the forcast was right for once, and the wind has gradually backed and weakened and is now south, about 5 to 8 knots. The sails cannot cope with little wind, dead aft, and waves from yesterday and this morning, so they have been stowed away and the engine has taken over. We roll, we pitch, we progress with bumps and jerks.
Do something else, like useful. OK. What? De-frost the fridge. Good idea. Wrap the cold stuff in the eiderdown and set the fan to blast the frost. What a strange collection of jars and packets emerged, half of which ought to be discarded. Specially that carton of custard, which still looks like orange juice. Much prefer cream with the berries. Still got two hours to go, so all will hopefully be normal before tying up.
Last night’s front produced some spectacular thunder and lightning, good entertainment before the rain arrived. An intrepid photographer set up his tripod and camera to capture the spectacle, well covered by an enormous umbrella.
There are high clouds creeping in from the west now, so today’s bright sunshine is being gradually hidden. More weather on the way. I wonder what!
If I was prone to seasickness, I would surely be suffering by now. Only another hour and a half. I’ll survive.
From a well-shaken, not stirred, SailorJohn
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