No sooner had yesterday’s blog entry been dispatched when a tide of macho driven confidence swept over Misty. After a mere 40 mins of a reduction in wind speed to around 16 knots the spinnaker was called for. All hands on deck for a 20 minute tussle with the Foredeck Frankenstein. Once out of the protection of it’s snuffler it lasted as long a political election promise, shredded by the first whiff of reality. So it’s back to our original sail plan, romping along at 7.5 knots in 18 knots of breeze. But we won’t be wearing the shreds of shame round our shoulders when we land. No; we will be boasting that we blew it out in the Atlantic Ocean. Now where did we put the sewing kit?
Chorizo and tomato sandwiches followed for lunch as our galley wizard had made fresh bread buns for two days. Dinner was an interpretation of the classic North African herbed couscous dish with pork substituted for lamb. Served with Harissa, tomato’s and honey sauce. (Fiz Wiz had filled the freezer ice trays with fresh garden herbs in preparation for the trip).
Afterwards we’re back to our rotating watch system. Much like most nights but I did see 32 knots of wind on my watch. The squall hurried by (just like the night did) and a bright dawn heralded in our 15th day a sea.
It’s 13.00 GMT now and only 722 miles to go.
News Mash
With apologies to the Proclaimers we are working on an additional chorus verse to their epic song Letter from America.
“Mangos no more, onions no more, peppers no more, spinnaker no Mhor”
Alan
Pic of sunset over St Lucia (probably)
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