12 May 2019 | 34:27N 054:04W
Trip:598 Distance to Waypoint 1247; Bearing to Waypoint 071deg 34deg 27'.544N 054deg 04'.108W COG: 090 SOG:5.7 Wind SW f4/5
We have had a few problems with communications equipment of late, sat phone not connecting nor the pactor modem on the SSB; If you receive this I have fixed the problem with the pactor modem and SSB
Blogpost from the First Mate 11th May 2019. Day 5. Distance to waypoint 1382 nautical miles. Distance travelled 465 miles.
Lethargy has crept over me like a depression. I sleep whenever not on watch, cocooned inside the duvet, surrounded by pillows creating a warm, dark and secure nest away from the changing moods of winds and waves. At present it is benign. The warm sun is shining. Whitecaps have disappeared, replaced by a low northerly swell. The wind has died away to leave us wallowing from side to side. It's not a gentle rocking. We wait, engine thumping, carrying us forward to where we hope the wind will be. The sky is clear, visibility good. The sea stretches away in all directions. It seems as if we can see forever but in reality we cant even see our buddy boat 'eMotion' which lies only 5 miles to starboard. On the ocean surface jelly fish - Portuguese Man O War I think - float past us like bubbles shimmering in the sunlight, their venomous tendrils hidden beneath the surface. Their only companions are the Pelargic Sargassum seaweed, clumps of golden brown the size of a dinner plate, drifting by just under the surface. Sometimes we have seen them join up, like holding hands, to form long trails across the water but here they are solitary, one every 5 metres. Life takes on a new routine. Sleep 4 hours, on watch 4 hours, eating whenever suitable. To while away the hours I listen to music, read books and at night audiobooks. Harry the Hydrovane does the steering, needing only the occasional tweak to keep us on course. The miles ae slowly creeping by, counting down to our destination. Only 1385 nm to go but that doesn't allow for wind shifts or having to change course to either find the wind or to avoid the very strong winds gathering to the north. It's a very fine line between too much or too little. Day 3 was deeply frustrating as we fell south to avoid one system and then we had to make our way back north. After 120 miles of sailing through the water we had only edged 30 miles closer to our destination. The joy of sailing�... Its not all doom and gloom though. Each day we lighten the load with our 'Mid-Atlantic Challenge' quiz with the children (12, 10 and 8) from 'eMotion' each taking turns to set the questions. Sadly so far the Norwegians are winning 3-0 but we have at least another 12 days to go! And so our life continuous as we hang precariously on to the edge of the ocean. Trusting in the strength of our boat and the accuracy of our weather routing. Its good to have company out here. Alison
Richard and Alison yacht Cerulean of Penryn
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