It’s now a week since we arrived here in Martinique. The solitude of the ocean passage seems like a distant memory. Irish John returned home to his farm near Cork only a couple of days after we arrived, and since then we have moved from the quiet anchorage into the busy marina to make the post-crossing repairs and re-provisioning easier.
In the evenings, we have been looking back at the photos of our trip and reminiscing. Soon I will leave the boat too. Gill and John will head south to find a safe haven from hurricanes and viruses, and I will head north, beginning a long journey back to the UK. More on that to come, but for now, some snapshots of life aboard the good ship Mehalah.
Takes up a surprising about of time, in both planning, preparation and execution…
Sleep – to be grabbed at any opportunity and in any place
Sails to check, rigging to test, rattles to quieten, lee cloths to mend, Paul to oil…
Daily highlights – selecting a lure, deciding whether to keep it close to the boat or further away, watching the line, and finally… a fish! And a fishy supper to follow.
One of my highlights – jumping into the ocean, 2 miles deep and 800 miles from the nearest land.
Talking of sharks… we also saw a breaching and blowing whale (alas, no photos), many pods of dolphins and plenty of birds, including a lost pigeon and a hitchhiking noddy.
Using every limb
It’s not always blue skies and blue seas…
Any excuse – entering the tropics, changing timezone, passing halfway
Such anticipation, excitement and relief (and exhaustion)