Surfing is exhausting in big seas – you have to be on the ball all the time or you’ll get an oar in the tummy, a wave over your head or you’ll be shooting off in the wrong direction. Or if you’re really unlucky, all three at once. It seems every muscle is continually squeezed in contraction, working to keep everything in order. It is a different sort of tired from a still hot day or where the wind is against you. Hard to explain but it just is.
At least it’s not land-tired though, where my head is usually full of lengthening To Do lists and schedules and so on. Out here I can be happy-tired, where it is not due to stress but pure physical and mental exertion against an ever-nearing goal, in beautiful surroundings. A simple setup meaning that I have time and space to ponder and enjoy all the sights and sounds of my salty wilderness. It is a satisfying tired. Especially when I see from my chart that we are half-way to the rum punch! Yes folks, we are homeward bound.
******Ye Olde Tracker******
Expect another little wiggle in the tracker at the weekend for there is another cold front coming through, to be followed by another beautiful (and extended) bit of Red Carpet, so says Ricardo. June obviously didn’t listen to May, then. I did ask her to pass on my preferred weather patterns – some months, eh?
Meanwhile we shall continue marching West. My efforts to get North will be somewhat hampered by the increasing E and NE in the wind as it approaches. It is already backing. Did you notice the flattening out in my tracker overnight?
Anyway, further south there are more albies so hopefully they will compensate for any looping we do at the weekend. I had one fly over as I said good morning to the world today and I can honestly say I shall never tire of them. They always make me smile and stare in complete awe.
Now I need to learn The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner….
S & D x
PS Did I mention we’re halfway to the rum punch?
Anita – Can I tell myself that too?! This isn’t Party Jelly, this is Boat Jelly. Very different. I’m sure you’d like it. You eat it barefoot, too- no need for patent party shoes.
John Skevington – Absolutely nothing towed when surfing – I want to get to the other side as quickly as I can! We’ve nailed some big waves and never felt in danger. If we were running in anything too crazy and steep (i.e storm) then I have options for drogues which I might use.
Jill & Stan Lewis – Try Michael Morpurgo instead- don’t know about Michael Murpongo! 😉 Long nights out here too.
Barry Gumbert – Normally I collapse Bob when I get to him, without the retrieval line which floats free with a pickup buoy (didn’t want lines tangling). But…I’m now going to lengthen it and either bring it back onboard or attach back to the main line. Ah, if you’re an inventor-please may you magically invent me a new sweety supply?!
David B – Yes, the English summer can be soggy but if I miss it altogether I will have left in the snow (Feb) and be returning to rain!September is usually lovely.
Marcel – Sounds great. A bed that doesn’t move will be brilliant and sea view just perfect. All fingers onboard are crossed…
Adrian Moss – Beautiful place for canoeing. Scotland should be next on the hitlist- I can recommend the Tay.