It is odd to think that I could very easily have another two lots (and some) of seventy five days in the company of the lovely Happy Socks, with my own smelly socks, before I reach land. All you Tracker Addicts out there, stagging out the little dot each morning on my Yellowbrick tracker, will have seen how progress can accelerate, decelerate, stall and reverse in a moment and through my blogs and phonecasts and Tweets you will have noticed, no doubt, how talk of the weather is always there or thereabouts.
It is the weather that will either let us cross or keep me us from land, and a fair amount of good luck, too. Yes, I need to make the most of every opportunity to row, to make sure I am sleeping, eating and looking after myself and the boat and rationing my food to keep us both going for the duration – but the external contingencies will win at the end of the day. What will be, will be and all that. There are no guarantees with anything in this life, except that we will all pass out of it at some point, not least with adventures and oceans – as last year’s Rosie and fellow rower Angela Madsen’s rescue off the coast of San Fran showed last month.
And so for all this I feel glad, lucky and grateful – and grin and sing out loud happy – that Happy Socks and I are, at this stage, still going strong. Yes, my back screams daily and my hands ache and my knee creaks and swells in protest at both rowing and lying down; and my tummy shouts for more calories than I will allow it; and the bilge pump has died and the watermaker and my battery system take daily pep talks to keep them happy…and there are down days and glum days from time to time – but I know that if we pace ourselves and look after things we will have the stamina – and stubbornness- to keep on keepin’ on for as many lots of 75 days as called for before food and the year runs out. Hopefully, we will be tucking into a pile of pancakes and hugs from family in the land of the Maple leaf before either of that happens.
For now, I keep focussing on each block of five days chalked up on my wall, taking, it one day at a time – sometimes one hour or even less, at a time – making the most of the opportunities to row and experience this most amazing of worlds. For, as long as the time can seem at times, I know that in time it will all be but a flutter of memories.
More immediately, by the morning I should be seeing more useful wind after this last 48 of contrary stuff. If the forecast holds we are in for five or six days of SW to WSW winds. In other words, absolutely perfect for smashing some miles to those pancakes.
Sarah and Happy Socks x
PS. Thanks for all the lovely comments after my blog about my girlfriend. Lucy is going to write her own blog about how she copes while I am away – watch this space.
REPLIES TO COMMENTS:
James Ogilvie: Bon Corridge! Love it. I chuckled out aloud
Barry Gumbert: Welcome back to the phonecasts J Much easier to post than writing blogs, hence the bias towards them. And it’s all about the oats out here.
Susie Hewson: Indeed. A vineyard sounds like a pretty nice place to be. Happy days
Amz Bryant: Must be wedding time soon for T and K. Enjoy! Hope running going well.
Donald Gorst: Shhh! No talk of crashes this time. That is sooo last ocean. And next? Helping others have adventurous opportunities and teaching, I think, once I have finished my book and round of talks etc.
Louise and Ray: Woohoo! Ulta along Hadrian’s Wall sounds like a fantastic challenge. Great stuff. What next, I wonder?!
Team Tony: Say hello to the old girl for me and please be sure to give her a full rendition of all the songs. And yes – watch out for buoys!
Richard Adams: Thanks R. Please pass on my continued thanks to the Rutland Trust and Oakham Memorial Institute.
Ray Girard: Stars yes – when the sea is calm enough to be out. No auroras yet but a few shooters. And satellites!
Dave Mitchell: Say hello to RPYC for me. Yes, hooray for the watermaker.
Bremma: Massive grins for the start of your adventures guys. Be safe and be happy.
Sarah Wilson: As per the above – watch this space for thoughts from Lucy on how she copes while I am away.