If yesterday's weather picture was confused, today's is not. No-one
in the fleet reported more than 5 knots of wind.
And to put this in perspective, Kealoha was chatting to an Oil Rig Support
Vessel, and they said it has been like this for a week, and there is no sign of
any more wind to come! However, Bruce, whose next forecast should be with
us when this e-mail goes out, may have something different for us, at least I
hope so. Otherwise, the dear old Yanmar will be doing even more of its
stuff than it's done so far - it has hammered out 17 hours at 1750 rpm during
the last 24 hours, and there is no sign of any wind anywhere. It's
weird.
Cleone's crisp new yellowish-white sails lie neatly folded on her booms or
equally neatly rolled around the forestay, and apart from a slight roll, the sea
is calm. Only the odd curious dolphin enlivens our progress, though the
Skipper did notice a nasty patch of emulsified crude oil in the water,
coincidently as he was being careful not to spill diesel whilst topping up
Cleone's fuel-tank.
At the moment, Alex is deeply in thought - he's taking his responsibilities
as Duty Cook seriously. Norfy is using one finger on each hand to sort out
an e-mail or two, and the Skipper is trying to think up a list of Things That
Must Be Done. This last is a no brainer (should suit him then - Ed) as the
place is a tip (akin to AGA's room at GM if anyone was wondering what that
meant) and a good tidy and clean up should be high on the list.
All well with us, and best wishes to
everyone
James, Norfy (Chris) and Alex
Yacht Cleone