View from mid-Atlantic

Days tend to be dominated by what is on the menu and who is chef and sous chef for the occasion. Anticipation is heightened if Cabin Boy has baked one of his excellent loaves of bread the night before. [Think he said he would try focaccia type loaf today baked with sun-dried tomatoes... can't wait.] As dawn comes up the sails are shaken out from their overnight safely reduced size and the course is adjusted as necessary and set. Before sunset, the reverse procedure takes place, the sails being reefed down in case of overnight squalls.

This morning a flying fish was found on deck, and we have seen shoals of them 'flying' past the boat. Quite a sight. The one 'caught' this morning is now bait on the end of the line hoping to attract a tuna or some such. On evening of day 11, just as a meal of pasta and tinned tuna was about to be prepped, a large, approx 4 lb., very thick skinned fish came on the line. So into the oven it went and even white wine was produced to celebrate, so happy were we to have staved off the tinned fish for one more day. Delicious!

 

Now starting day 13 and with only a couple of hundred miles to go until halfway point, I think a few photos of the crew in action might be in order. Everyone is tired (some would say verging on exhaustion) but still relishing the challenge.

Skipper and Cabin Boy enjoying the ride

 

Media Manager at work

 

 

Deckhand #1 winching it up

 

 

Fixing pole to jib at sunset