17 juNE 2011
curr psn: 1.41N 84.00W
It's very considerate actually, because I'm aching all over from my little adventure yesterday with the bruises on my thighs turning blacker and bluer. As our wind direction indicator thingy at the helm is a little skew-whiff (who'd have thought that word would be on spell check?!) we usually have to look to the top of the mast to get an accurate indicator of the wind direction. Which is difficult for me today. As I said, I'm not getting any younger and yesterday's trip up the mast has probably been the most physical exercise I've had in ooooh 6 years. However, I've just noticed that our two little hitchhikers - swallow tail gulls - have become very accurate wind direction indicators, facing into the wind to keep their balance. I even checked it out, turning a few degrees north, to see if they would turn. They did! Hours of fun! They even fly off if the sail luffs, but I try not to do that too much. If only they didn't poo so much (they've obviously made themselves at home!) Not too much more to report, except that I inadvertently became the net controller on the SSB radio today. When no one came on at 0900, I put a call out and then found myself relaying messages here, calling for new boats to come forward there! If only I had all the lingo. Mark has been daring me to say "roger roger" Star Wars style all week, but I'm just too English and wouldn't be able to do it like the Americans do. It just doesn't roll off the tongue easily. So, on that note, this is Pegasus of jersey, 2delta xray quebec 3 clear and on the side. Roger roger!