Sunday was a long day for many reasons, we are fast approaching our final destination – but not quite fast enough. The charts show our proximity to to the South coast of England but Portsmouth remains just beyond our grasp. Back in the sunny climes of Horta we had thought that today might have marked the end of our trip and the longed for, emotional welcomes awaiting us on the quayside – but the Azores logistics and the weather have conspired against that particular ending and today the weather has been unkind again, persistant rain, a fickle and changeable wind, poor visibilty and confused seas. But despite all this – are we down hearted? Well, maybe just a little… But seriously, no. Truth is that the tension – not to mention excitement (well, you have to make your own excitement when you’re at sea!) is mounting to see who gets the first phone signal as we edge nearer the coast.
Concerns are rising as we observe our skipper sink to new, and lower than previously thought imaginable, depths of despondency – with his motley crew. It has become apparent over the course of the past 7 days that no amount of coercion, persuasion, pleading, grovelling, bribery, shouting (I know, it’s hard to believe) has suceeded in knocking this team into a cohesive, fast thinking, quick acting and responsive sailing crew. The following comments are fequently emitted from the companion-way steps or the skippers cabin hatch; ‘sort it out’, ‘bad course’ (though the actual first word used is of 4 letters not 3 and begins with a ‘c’ not ‘b’), ‘man up’ or an alternative to ths one, ‘stop pulling (that rope) like a hair dresser and pull it like a man’, ‘stop thinking about food and concentrate on sailing’, ‘stop talking about food and concentrate on sailing’. It is possible that what we have put down to the noise of wind in the rigging could just be the sound of skipper crying in his bunk. Hang on in there, Mark we’ve almost made it!
Other news, we have today finished the last of the fresh meat. The Atlantic Challenge official drink is hot chocolate with lashings of squirty cream on top (dont worry about the calories, we need the energy). Andre finally got over his seasickness, now all we need to do is find a way to get him up for his watches and he could make it as a sailor. After 6 sleepless nights Craig has realised that moving to a bunk a little further back from the bow of the boat actually enables him to sleep. Our watch leader, Jon, is in big trouble for saying yesterday that he hadn’t had a rainy watch for ages – of course it ‘bucketed’ down for our 3 hours of night watch yesterday. A roll of toilet paper has appeared on the kitchen roll holder in the galley (kitchen for the non sea faring amongst you) – we’re not yet sure whether this means that we’re out of kitchen roll or the second of the ‘heads’ (toilets for the non seafaring amongst you) is also broken.
Well, here’s hoping that we will be seeing all you faithful blog followers before we need to write another blog, but you never know- strange things happen at sea, and either in person or through these pages we will keep you informd of news and events on board Minerva. Byeee for now Jayne an all the others on Minerva.
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