Tristan's blog log 7
37deg42.4N 16deg16.2W
Bar 1012
Log 3302
speed 11.3
course 103deg
We left the island of Faial in the Azores at 1500hrs on Sunday in no wind. Consequently, we have been motoring since. We were stuck under a High pressure and were not able to break out. It was enough to dampen anybody's spirit, especially mine ... :-)
Last night however the winds came in again just forward of the beam. Since then we've been averaging 10knots under sail. As a result, everybody is happier and in much better form. Motoring for a few days begins to take its toll; there's no rhythm to the boat, and you end up feeling very woosie. Also, the constant din and vibration of the engine just leaves your stomach unsettled.
The winds are supposed to hold for the rest of today, and then die out by tomorrow. We are happy though, because, as it was, we would have been a day off Gibraltar when we'd have run out of fuel. Now we should get there, stop for and hour to refuel, and get going again.
Juan appears to have supernatural powers.
He was on the money predicting our date of arrival in Bermuda, and then again in Faial. He has now announced that we should make the straights by Saturday afternoon, and Mallorca by Wednesday or Thursday. We'll see!
On Monday we got to follow a whale for a half hour. Amazing stuff. Nobody knows what type of whale it was though. It was about 40 long with a very flat head. Dark in colour and just cruising along the surface.
Your guess?
We have also had the company of many more dolphins. They don't stay with us for too long though - I guess it's down to us all not showering very often. Our showers are a bit more rationed now as we have to conserve fuel where we can. It's quite a reasonable excuse, nes't-ce pas?
I received some beautiful words today about Harry, one of my sons. In the last year, he has started to 'make believe'. He is three. His mother was walking with him and his younger brother Hugo in the park. As he went in through a group of trees, to make tea for himself, his mom followed him, and seeing him looking skywards, asked him what was up there. He told her that there was an apple tree, and pointed it out to her. It had lots of apples on it. She then asked if she could have one, to which he promptly replied - No! He explained why not. They were too high, and only Daddy could take them down!
Words can be very special at night on the sea.
That's it for another few days,
T on the sea.