George - Decisions decisions.....

With the wind dead from astern at about 10 knots and the boat aiming straight at St Lucia, with our speed at about 5 knots if we are lucky, the big kite up, and knowing that there are stronger winds 2-300 miles south of us, we have to make some important decisions. So, do we use the white and red lure for fishing for tuna, which are harder to catch and land, or the squidy looking lure and go for Dorado, which are more common and easier to catch? Do we have the lamb cooked in white wine or the beef in red wine? We need help here. MK 17N 34W.

Since our fridge took a unexpected holiday, we are playing Russian roulette with with the meat menu. Today we are having Lamb and as Mason prepares it the gentle sound of retching can be heard from the galley, This is what curries are made for! The crew aren't experienced cruisers so we are going to put it to the vote.... just in case there any recriminations tomorrow! PS Who ever said you can cook goodness into meat was talking B****cks! TB

Mason worked really hard on cooking the evening meal it was a great stew apart from the smell!!! He seems a bit deflated at the result but it had to be tried as the wind is non existent and we are 1379 miles out with a few more to go! I don't think we will starve its just a case what can you do with pasta? it was Dorado for starters and now
looks like crisps for main. The big kite has done well today and I think deserves a gold star Tim? Having spend three hours with Tim on watch last night after two hours he said 'We have spent two hours staring out of the front of the boat Michael shall we look behind'. Its amazing we have not seen any other vessel for three days but I think I will have a collision course with another fishing vessel soon lol. MN

Another day aboard Sailing Yacht George, another day without shoes. I suspect that for all of us this is now the longest continuous run without footwear any of us have ever had. The smell of the lamb is dissipating slowly, the boat is making a steady 4-5 knots in the direction of St Lucia, the sun is shining, sea temperature is around 27 degrees and the wind appears to be picking up finally, what's not to like? It's all looking rather good from here.

What was that stench, thought Poirot. With Hastings, in bed catching up on missed sleep, having been woken early in the middle of the night, about 2 minutes past his scheduled watch, Poirot decided to investigate alone. With his expert nose to sniff out a rat he realised that it was either the lamb or the cook that emmitted the rancid smell. One had been in the fridge for ten days the other hadn't been to the heads for three. 'George' knew, but was too busy forging ahead with a proud spinnaker, chest puffed out, en route to St Lucia. JDR