At the end of each day I make a list of all the good things about the day. Top of today’s list will be ‘It’s one day closer to my Day 100 bag of minstrels’ and, ‘Today is over’. The wind is being a fickle beast and hasn’t played as we expected. So far, at any rate, and it’s just gone lunch o’clock. There is still hope it might rethink its wicked teasing and back to something more useful, taking some of the South out of its powerful bite. For so far today my course looks like someone tracing the turrets of a castle – when rowing (which is brutally sluggish due to the need for the rudder to be right over, and rubbish wind angle) we go just North of West, then when I stop to eat, breathe or post a wingeing blog message, we go flying North… And here my metaphor breaks down, because I’ve just remembered we don’t go down the other side to complete the turret! Ahah! Out of the brain mush haze has bubbled another, more suitable metaphor – that of climbing stairs. One step to the West, one step up to the North Pole…and so on. Metaphors aside, it is not ideal and more than a touch frustrating. Needless to say we have added a bit of shouting to the song n’ dance therapy today. The benefit of shouting over dancing being that I can do it while rowing and being dumped on by waves.
The good news is that in one mile we shall tick off another degree, the bad news is that we are as close to ticking off another degree of latitude to the North…and I don’t want to do that yet…
So here’s hoping this week’s weather hasn’t started as it means to go on and that it conforms to Ricardo’s predictions of being a useful, Westward week.
From the threshold of 74 degrees East,
S, D & our Frustrated Imp x x x