We all hit the ‘I want to go for a walk’ wall today. We mustn’t grumble however as the sailing as once again been excellent today, the waves could do with calming down a bit, but given the horror stories we’ve heard from others about uncomfortable seas we’re quite content. In need of a walk, but content.
So it is a good job that we hit the ‘less than 1000 miles to go’ milestone today. The celebrations were on the quiet side as Mia has been feeling ill (not sea sickness, some other undiagnosed not-well-ness) for all of the day. But there was a small hurrah! Teo wanted to know what all the excitement was about and so Jon asked him “How many miles do you think we have left to go?” and hr straight face replied “Four? Three? No. Six?” Jon broke the news. “IF YOU ASK ME THAT IS NOTHING TO CELEBRATE!” – I think Teo may be done now too.
With a little luck and weather on our side then maybe dropping anchor off the shores of France in about 7 days time. Oh la la.
What else? We broke into the vacuum packed Gouda that we’ve had sitting in the bottom of the fridge since Bonaire (October) and had delicious Cheese, Tomato and Chutney sandwiches on freshly baked break. It’s the simple things your taste buds miss.
In terms of boat projects, not a lot happened today, Jon found his project mojo and went through all our mooring lines and splicing a loop into the end of each one. So with our protected fenders and newly spliced lines we are ready the Pacific where we won’t likely see a marina for the next year. Timing is everything.
Fishing! Jon caught a lovely King Mackerel which will make a change from Mahi-mahi. His filleting is improving but skinning skills leave a lot to be desired. He claims that he needs a longer and more flexible knife, something about bad workmen and tools springs to mind.
Time for a night watch. Mia is getting the night off, under doctors orders from Teo, after he took great care of her all day bringing blankets, drinks, cuddly toys on the sofa and even a movie to watch. So Mia is asleep and Teo has insomnia, which he gets from time to time. It would be funny if it wasn’t so tragic to watch him toss and turn, interspersed with stage sighs and yawns.
We’ll shift time zones again tomorrow, so that should help!
