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George - Still no wind



Beef is a really versatile meat it doesn't seem to ever go off! it just gets more tender... Steve is beginning to worry me he has started mixing more with Mason who is the bad boy in the sextant world. I cant see anything funny in working out your position with a sextant so why all the whispering and laughing? He was quite openly working out how far the horizon will be at 2.5 meters he of course holds 4 stars but he won't get a lolly unless he pulls his socks up! I do realise he isn't actually wearing socks its metaphorical socks.... TB

Poirot and Hastings were up on deck at 0330hrs, half way through their watch, discussing a possible new case of sabotage. This was strange, not that they were discussing a new case when they hadn't solved the old one, but the fact that they remembered to be up and awake for their watch. It may have been due to the threat of the use of one of the onboard 'epi-pens' should they be found still asleep in bed after the start of their watch that prompted them to be on deck, when another possible sabotage event took place, yet another shackle and sheet gave way. leaving the spinnaker to flap widely in the darkness of the night. All hands on were on deck to solve the situation, or so they thought............ One person was missing, still in his bunk perhaps asleep thro out the drama, not wanting to watch the outcome of his handy work perhaps? Or just sulking as no one wanted to eat his lamb hot pot. 'George' remained impartial and resolute in his mission. JDR

As we approach the end of our second week at sea I find myself ruminating on the good and the bad of the last two weeks. On the plus side, the boat is sailing well with the only weak areas being that of the wind (or lack of it) and the French Shackles and Chinese B Grade sheets purchased in Las Palmas so far having resulted in two spinnaker failures (both at night). The water maker, in conjunction with it's buddies the solar panels and towed generator is a godsend and has so far performed faultlessly. The main concern moving into week 3 is that of the stores. There have been mutterings amongst the crew that we're down to our last thirty cans of beer, which combined with the facts that we're out of limes and only have two bottles of rum remaining, means that sundowners are looking in jeopardy and as a precaution the 'vodka' used to anesthetise fish has had to be locked in the secure medicines cabinet. Even more worryingly the Snickers stash has still not been located and we're down to the last few lollipops, before long we'll be reduced to eating the rich tea biscuits. On the upside, although we have yet to catch any Tuna, Dorados are plentiful and tasty and should ensure (together with what seems like an inexhaustible supply of 'last forever' bread) we should be able to make it to St Lucia (even at our current rate) without too much rationing...SN

This morning I felt a bit awkward on account of the nights activities on deck. I feel I must say something about it to either Tim on his own, or the crew as a group. It all started with me sound asleep after an arduous 3 hour watch. I was on my 6 hours break at 3am when all apparent hell broke loose. Flapping sails, cabin doors being slammed, honestly I couldn't believe it. I tried stuffing my earplugs deeper into my head but it didn't work. The crew trampling over the top of my cabin like a herd of baby elephants and then seemingly doing the Dance of the Sugar Plumb Fairies on the coach roof, without the slightest regard for my sleep. Come on guys, we're supposed to be a team here! It got so bad that I almost had to get up to draw the curtains to stop the torch lights shining into my cabin. I mean, how many people does it take to to get a flapping, out of control spinnaker down in pitch black, at night, in gusty conditions. As I say, I really want to get the crew together as a group in the saloon to speak to them about their behavior, but to be frank, I cannot face the thought of one of our crew, who reckons he is Sherlock Holmes or someone, throwing accusations around (about 20 pence pieces?!) like confetti thinking he is in the drawing room of a mansion re-enacting a scene from an Agatha Christie novel. To be honest, I'll probably leave it, I don't want any bad feeling on board. In the meantime, my oldest son Harry takes his grade 7 piano exam today and I wish him all the best, good luck mush, I know you'll do well...MK 15N 39W

The curry I cooked the night after the ripe stew was amazing, well at least I thought so! We have loads of sweep stakes running the most recent is 'How far through the night will the newly purchased sheets last'. I am thinkng the aft cabins are much more conducive to sleep and have some greater attraction with TB sleeping in and MK sleeping through all hands on deck summons. What could this be I wonder? Its certainly not the smell or tidiness to create that relaxing atmosphere or are they secretly eating a snicker before they start their shift? I wish my daugher Victoria good luck in her new first job after recently qualifying as a pharmacist. MN
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