First of all – Happy Birthday to Carolyn, my Mum. Love you, and missing you.
What a 24 hours of beauty and contrasts! We started yesterday morning with
a 3rd reef at first light with the wind building from behind, and spent all
of the daylight hours racing before a near gale.
We had azur blue skies, dark, navy seas rolling and roiling after us,
turquiose where they’ve broken and pure brilliant white where they’re
We’ve had yellowing faces of mal de mer, golden tans, grey suits
and green curry.
As darkness fell so did the breeze, the pressure bottoming out 20
millibars lower than it had been at midnight, leaving us 4/5 metre seas so
an hour of motoring and battery charging introduced us to the fury of a
thunderstorm from dead in our path, this time bringing staggering views in
Dark, brooding, black depths in squalls, lit by the odd flash
of muted lightening, clearing to greys of hope and light on the horizon,
then the drama of an enormous amount of moonlight highlighting scudding low
clouds and the higher, more stately, alto cumulous of a chaotic sky.
Now, the barometer has begun its march back to the heights of midnight last,
and we’ll beat into the near gale in our face with a snugged down rig and
spray streaming off of us.
It’s 6am and we’ve gone full circle, the sun is rising, the clouds are
drenched in peach and orange and purple and its time for bed for me!
Thank you Angus for the Puket!