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Great Escape of Southampton - 17 11 240n 26 35 750w
Great Escape of Southampton - 17 11 240n 26 35 750w
Log Day 8 – The Quantum of
Sausage...
So after the events of Friday night
chronicled by Jan in yesterday’s blog last night was pretty quiet aboard the Great Escape. We had a few sharp rain showers,
flashes of distant lightning and thunder and during the night about a dozen
flying fish landed on the deck one of which struck Fabs (as Fabio is now known )
on the back as he sat in the cockpit in the dark. Everyone seemed strangely
reluctant to remove them and, having done so, I now know why….they are
especially smelly – once touched never forgotten.
We have had a lovely sail today; a
modest SE to E wind, clear skies
and it is certainly warming up….even had to erect the bimini. We’ve seen pods of
hunting dolphins and several whales which Peter claims can be identified by the
shape and direction of their spout. Mmm.
Crew relations thus far have been
exceptionally harmonious. I say thus far because something happened yesterday
which threatened to rock this happy
state of affairs. Let me tell you about the mystery of the disappearing
sausages. On Friday evening Nicki, Fabs and myself created a supper…….” Saucissons d’Atlantique “
which some churlishly likened to sausages and mash. Some saugages were left over
which we saved for lunch the next day, only to find when lunchtime came they had
disappeared. Suspicion hung heavily in the yacht and I can tell you the matter
is not completely resolved though Mike has been observed to be licking his lips
a lot.
So as I write this in the early
evening we have left the Cape Verde islands to astern and have turned more to
the West in the direction of you know where!
David
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