Not only have we been enjoying the Westward advance of this ‘ere high pressure system’s Northern half, but also the sunshine which it brings with it. And when we have the golden stuff we have battery juice. And when that is free-flowing, we have a happy alternative to my singing or complete silence or inane chatter. This is not to say I don’t enjoy the silence and sounds of the sea – I just enjoy the diversion of music and audiobooks,too, particularly when we sometimes go for days without. It can sometimes be a very long quiet time and on more than one occasion I have threatened to throw myself overboard, row away and leave the remnants of songs behind for Poseidon to deal with.
So we have been spoilt this week with lots and lots of delicious of sunshine; not only brilliant for warming and soothing slightly-achy-round-the-edges-after-77-days-at-sea muscles, but also for our sanity with glorious hours of music and books.
My Latin teacher at school once described me as a kangaroo brain for my inability to concentrate for too long on one thing, always jumping about. Well, I believe she knew me too well… Though, Mrs Holt, I’ve concentrated for 77 days on rowing so far!
Herewith my Kangaroo Brain listening list for the last few days:
-The Jungle Books, Rudyard Kipling
-Waiting for Godot, Samuel Beckett
-Becoming Enlightened, His Holiness the Dalai Lama
-The Odyssey, Homer (it’s a loooong story…hopefully he’ll be home by the time we make Mauritius)
-Winnie the Pooh, A.A Milne (My favourite of the above)
Music ranges right across the board and back again and all over the shop in true K B fashion, from classical, to trance anthems, through folk, pop, rock, alternative and more. We’ve introduced the Tweedles to Elbow, The Killers, Fleet Foxes, MGMT, Foals, Stereophonics, REM, Cara Dillon, Joni Mitchell, Stornoway, The Dixie Chicks, The Rolling Stones, Guillemots, Davey Arthur and the Fureys, Beethoven, Debussy, Handel, Elgar, Mozart and more and more besides. It still amazes me that I can store such a massive range on my iPods – what a clever invention. I expect I shall make landfall (one day) and still not have listened to everything. Genius.
And so the sun will soon head to bed and we shall contine our Westward jaunt. This Red Carpet is a bit more thick-piled than the last one, so we’re not eating up 40 milers and haven’t had a chance to break our 58 nauties in a day record yet. More modest, but still massively pleasing, 25-35 miles chaque jour being logged. All in the direction of the rum punch. Life doesn’t get much better at 84 degrees East. Not this far South, anyhow.
Cheerio from this ‘ere Cheery O
Dippers says hi as do the Tweedles – they’re all busy surfing…
Jenna – Magic. I have oft’ thought of that chocolatey creamy heaven of the brownie… Outside world? What’s that? Where’s that? Are you trying to tell me there’s more to it than my big blue tent? Hehe.
Charly Sissons – Your Dad sent me the article – you’re now my famous friend! G’luck with the exams.
Ian Hall – Bless him and his cotton socks and stripey jumper. Next you’ll be telling me he’s out of short trousers.
Robert Nixon – T of C duly celebrated. Were it not for you I’d have been none the wiser. My chart makers obviously didn’t read the recipe right and left it out.
Pam Stocker – I now see what you mean about Godot. Yawn!