No wind.
Dead flat sea. No seabirds . No fish .
Nothing to report on for our Templebreedy followers other than the effect of anticipation on five grown men. It makes them anxious .Most of all though waiting for the wind or anything over which we have no control when all our other daily tasks are done makes us realise what matters most to us all, and in round conversation which is getting more philosophical by the day,we all agree we miss our nearest and dearest.
The time passes surprisingly quickly with watch changes ,log entries , meal preparations and daily boat maintenance. Today I checked the water again and all looks good , the consumption is 3 litres a day per man now that we are in the tropics and the slightest exertion causes us to perspire.
As darkness falls we focus on the fact that we are 690.8 nautical miles from St Lucia and that Mike ,whose done this trip in the past tells us that having spent three weeks at sea we wont be able to walk in a straight line when we get to dry land .We imagine this and find it intensely amusing .Mike speaks about watching a recently landed sailor looking at a simple step and searching for a hand hold to secure him before attempting it, apparently it takes 4 to 5 days to return to normal .
We anticipate our landfall keenly.