Week 3 at sea begins….the crew continue to wend their merry way across the Atlantic. A lull the breeze has started to kick in today and we now approach the last leg of our ‘epic’ journey to St Lucia – a journey that has been as much about the passengers as the passage. 2425 miles down and we hope to be in by Friday latest.
Dolphins off the bow this morning and two more fish landed by the fishing brothers (and most of the crew) (cos they were giants) this afternoon saw us a hearty dinner tonight followed by another pudding by ‘do nothing Dave’. Bruno opened his last present from his wife and shared out fudge and mints. Emma and Sam found themselves, quite literally, in knots in the cockpit tonight and struggled to find their way out of the brain teaser with ropes that mate Gary set them……speaking of Gary….he’s now gone to bed with a radiating sun tan which displays the clear lines of……his life jacket. Amelia successfully grappled with her sextant for her final reading. It’s all go.
The mothers squabbled their way through the afternoon with Tony ‘Babe’ trying to regale us with his random jokes whilst intermittently interviewing us all on the go pro. His efforts at sour dough were equally as random and we had to find an American (fortunately we have one of those) to undertake quality testing.
All quiet as night falls and we drop into night watches which seep into days and then into weeks……it’s been wonderful.
Love to all our families and friends and special love to Snail.
Alison, Dave, Tony and Paul.