L'Eau Commotion Westabout

6:00pm Saturday 14th October 2017 ( UTC+1 ) After a pleasant run through the night the dawn broke to a perfect sunrise and most importantly a battery bank full of oomph. With the wind forecast to be light and on the beam the possibility again presented itself to get out THAT sail but it would require some finessing to keep it full and still hold the mark to St. Helena. What I had thought was fumble thumbs with the wind indicator could now be ascertained as a loose or corroded connection that those bangs and shudders had dispersed so I set out to sea if SeaTalk, the Raymarine name for its connectivity mode, was actually conversing with the Autopilot. To my surprise and delight up came the wind direction on the face of the autopilot and a few more pushes and prods, with the occasional but obligatory Go Back To Go! command, had her sailing by the masthead wind vane. An ease on the traveller here, a crank on the sheet there and soon all was in harmony with the slightest lift of the luff on the main and the ten tell tales on the jib all talking to each other. To the landsman this would sound like babel but to a yachtsman the heavenly chorus. Also some of those Gluons must have escaped the theoretical physicists laboratory and joined hands with the more flighty electrons to hold the wind dial dead on forty degrees where it has stayed all day. The heart beat faster at the thought of such pleasures in store when reality set in. Take your Tambocor, Bill! This would be an inappropriate time and place to initiate Atrial Fibrillation.