Sorry for no blog update yesterday, we were kidnapped by aliens and had to enter difficult negotiations for our release.
At the same time our comms stopped working, and took some time to re-set – thanks Roger.
D13 at sea was a challenging one for us with nothing quiet going right. As night came we got the twist in our A2, and dropped her for an A4. I think I’ve said before but helming in this pitch black where you can really see nothing is a nightmare. Soon after a squall came and we had to go for a quick drop. Sadly our drop line had dropped under the pole so wouldn’t work. We had to revert to using the lazy sheet to get her down, which was a mammoth effort. After that we decided to revert to just a conservative sail plan of just black sails over night. Not ideal, but allowed us both to get some good sleep in.
There’s so much seaweed in the ocean now that we must be getting close to land. Seen quiet a few other yachts, and had a chat with a couple.
Been pondering a lot on whether flying fish breath in and/or our of the water? Anyone know?
Other than that, all is going well. We’re both really struggling to cope with the heat – me in particular. Celtic blood was not designed for such climates, that’s for sure.
Off to do some needle work repair, which I’m sure will make my mother proud