We’re going where the sun shines brightly......
Six days in and ‘where is the sun?’ We know its there, but its
teasing us. Small sport of blue can be seen intermittently on the horizon,
but our world is grey. Many shades of grey. We got very excited this
morning to wake up to sunshine and a stunning sunrise, we eagerly found the
buried sun tan lotion, and within half an hour the fleeces were back on!
Our days are simple; They orientate around sleep, food, music and the
current weather. We are all sharing the cooking and our very individual
styles are surfacing. Our meal plan is influenced by what fresh supplies
needs to be eaten which leads to creativity. Cal and Dave are both
instinctive cooks using their palate to blend flavours. M-C has a few tried and
tested recipes that keep surfacing, and Ewen is finding his hidden
Nigella. He has suggested that the next Masterchef series needs to be
filmed on a boat out in the ocean. The challenges of keeping the
ingredients and the utensils just where needed whilst developing core strength,
balance and agility are proving entertaining!
Now the seas have flattened a little Cal has been able to get his guitar
out. Its a pure joy to hear Irish ballads drifting out whilst on
watch. He has risen to the challenge to compose a boat song for LC. At the
moment if we try to glance over his shoulder to see what he has written, he
covers it up and we are told to be patient. We have a competition on with
yacht Falabrach – the best piece of artwork (painting, poetry, dance or music)
to be shared quay side on arrival in Rodney Bay.
Dave is desperate to get our sextant out but it remains buried in the
cupboard. We dream of sunny skies and an ocean of the deepest blue.
Last year we managed daily sun sites. The discipline of timing and
accuracy became competitive between the crew. This year we are grateful
for our GPS!
Ever hopeful our fishing line is out daily. So far no joy. I
was going to say no bites but that is not strictly true. The first bite
took our lure, weight and all of the line, and the second bite bit through the
metal wire. Maybe tomorrow the skies will be blue and fish will be on the