Yes, we are still going backwards.
But I have now reached a happy state of indifference,Zen perhaps, with respect to the miles we have lost this last week. In fact it rather amuses me that we have scooted back to see what life is like on the Australian side of 86°East. Especially when I consider that we can make the distance back up in a day or two of rowing with the beautiful SE winds which are due in the next 18 hours. We will literally repeat a whole degree of longitude! Now I can consider myself thrice lucky – not many people even get to see this 60 mile stretch of the ocean. I shall have seen it three times in my shuttle-rowing (there-back-there again). If ever there’s anything you need to know about this little patch of blue, I am on my way to being an expert. Questions on a postcard.
I spoke to Andy and Guy earlier, aboard Flying Ferkins, also (would you believe it?!) rowing to Mauritius. They are a few hundred miles South and a couple of degrees East. We all agreed that this game is all about the weather – with the right winds we make mincemeat of the miles; with the wrong winds, they try and make mincemeat of us. But, as the lovely Mel Gibson roared in the also lovely Scottish glens, ‘ THEY MAY TAKE OUR MILES, BUT THEY’LL NEVER TAKE OUR HAPPY SOCKS!’ Or something like that, I forget the exact phrase. Nor shall they take our Tweedles, our sunsets, our sunrises, our moonbows, our chats with Orion, our deep blue swims and our absolute peace and happiness at being out here. Yes, I may have grumbled a bit but I am essentially super super happy. The main worry at the moment is what do I do with my hair in a bid to prevent matting, potential birds nesting or major visual impairment. I rarely use a comb at home, why would I have thought to bring one out here?!
Meanwhile, Bob is out keeping the peace and I am having a lovely day doing nothing in the sunshine. I have cleaned and sharpened my Leatherman knife, made myself a bracelet, had a long Tweedle Observation & Research session, mapped out various career plans and sat out on deck reading poetry. All very bohemian and a perfect way to prepare for the new Red Carpet. How many people can say they have had such an idyllic day and washed it down with a surprise can of Sprite, found nestled in the bows? Feel super lucky indeed and promise never to grumble again.
S, D & Bob x x
Alan & Dawn Thomas – Chocolate farms exist?!! I might amend my career plan now I know that. Was thinking of you both the other day and our last bash in Southampton. Great news about Hilary – I hope she’s having better luck with the winds than I am.
Charly Sissons – Shouldn’t you be revising?!
David B – I would really like a plankton net, ID guide, magnifier and pickling bottles. Biscuits et al very welcome too.
Ron in Vancouver – Ah, now I know this, maybe I should do some more loops. Tehe!
Grandma Barb – Absolutely no idea about stroke number, mind cringes at the thought of all the zeroes. Can’t pick a single moment but here are some of the best: Albatrosses….plankton….the blue of a 5000m deep swim…. Storm clouds…sunsets…sunrises….starry nights…cloudless skies….big towering waves…
Nick H – It seems all the more bizarre for me reading comments etc out here on my own! 72 days without seeing another person. Love to your kids, from one who knows- keep truckin’.
Barry Gumbert – Excellent choice from Mr Kipling. Thank you!