Oh, how sweet it is to be headed in the right direction again. These wiggles might look pretty on the tracker but they don’t do much towards the rum punch campaign. I shall be happy to spend more than a working week headed the right way – it’s been a bit like running up a sand dune these past 40 days. Two steps forward, one back or vice versa at times. Or simply flying backwards, without passing ‘Go’ and without collecting £200. As much as this part of the ocean has treated us to some magnificent spectacles (think wildlife and seascapes rather than pretty glasses here) I am ready for the second half proper, not just tickling the edges and marching up and down or trotting round in squiggly knots. Ricardo helpfully pointed out that I have been very unlucky with the weather; just incase the lack of any wind with east in it for most of my recent living memory had escaped my notice. He assures me that I am not far from the third and final weather sector – fingers crossed the weather holds and lets us get to it before we fossilise or, even worse, the chocolate stash is depleted. On that note, those of you who know me will be relieved to hear I am unchanged, absolutely 124% Sarah O, still. My rather bold, if not outstandingly sensible ‘Chocolate Rationing Plan’ proved untenable beyond Day 1 of its inception. I have eaten 5 and 4 bars respectively these last two days and feel all the better for it. Part of that came from needing to ration water, as without seeing the sun for 3 days the main batteries were not very healthy.
Did that sound like a grumble? It wasn’t meant to. More of a soliloquy from that darned Frustrated Imp who has been doing laps inside my head of late. Anyway, after the beautiful whale visitors had left us last night and we were bobbing with, er, Bob, the Imp swam off and I spent the evening wearing my Olympic hat (more about this another time) and rereading letters from folks back home. Lots of laughter ensued, then some beautifully novel uninterrupted sleep prepared us for retracing our strokes today. In another 10 miles we will have made up the West we lost these last few days. Unrowed territory, brave new world ‘n all.
Here’s to more of the right stuff happenin’ the way it should this week (West always best) and with more whaley encounters, though just not when Bob’s out, please.
Righty, back to the oars, lunch is over.
Outey Toot Toot x
Don’t forget, Radcliffe & Maconie, BBC Radio 2 on Wednesday evening. From 8-10pm. I’ve chosen my music already and everything… ‘Ooh, what will it be?’