Friday, 14 February 2014

Temptress Does the Atlantic - Day 2

Thursday 13 Feb - realised the clocks should have been set back an hour as
we left yesterday as the CV's like the Canaries have warped the time zone to
suit their own needs so we are actually in UT-2. Will sort it out later this
afternoon, tomorrows noon to noon run will be 25 hours. At noon the 24 hour
run was 179nm. The wind was still north easterly and up and down F4-5 with
occasional periods of F6 gusting 7. The crew were getting used to the
motion, very different from the trip down from the Canaries. Now the seas
are slightly aft of the beam or on the starboard quarter lifting the stern
and tipping her towards the port bow before running underneath and if
surfing allowing the boat to be almost level then the port bow would rise up
and everything would roll back to starboard before starting again. We
resumed our usual habits snoozing either down below or in the cockpit, a
daily wash and tooth clean or reading in between mugs of tea or coffee or
meal times. Joe seems to be able to manage slightly more than one paragraph
of Jezza Clarkson prior to falling asleep, Paul is deep into the theory of
relativity with "Trespassing on Einstein's Lawn", Kevin is eking out the
penultimate of the Jack Aubrey books whilst I am enjoying a memoire of a
1950's single handed voyage to Malta via the canals of France, Corsica and
Sardinia and finding that nothing much has changed.

A few carrots had to be deep sixed today but apart from the early demise of
an iceberg which attempted a career change as a bowling ball on the galley
floor during the trip down to the CVs resulting in a brown mushy mess and a
few suspect aubergines the fresh provisions are holding up well.
Mid-afternoon with the clocks all set back the wind finally smiled on us
moving east enough for the scrap of genoa to be poled out but it didn't last
and by nightfall both sails were once more on the port side. The third reef
is still in and Temptress is averaging over 7 knots so making good progress
towards our goal though Grenada is a long way off still. No fish but a few
bites that sent some lie reeling out each time, mulling over possible
modifications to Sqiddie, the lurid green 9 inch long plastic lure we've
been towing. Paul found a moderate sized flying fish at the shrouds, very
dead and not big enough to contemplate eating, they are apparently very
bony. All well on board if at times a little damp, it was my turn to be
pooped whilst enjoying the sun on the helmsmans seat behind the wheel,
necessitating a change of underwear as well as trousers and top. The
trousers were dry enough in a couple of hours to be donned again for supper.
Once the sun gets behind the sails or clouds it is still unexpectedly chilly
and overnight the dew soaks everything so oilies still required by the watch
keeper.

1 comment:

  1. retarding or advancing the clock reminds me of the only time I cruised the South and North Atlantic in 1982 :)

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