Sort of… Actually, not since November, and even then it was (very) short distances over a day or perhaps a weekend, but most importantly, over water rather than solid ground, AND – NEWSFLASH! – on her own boat! Yes, you read that right. More than 18 months since last setting foot on a sailing vesselContinue reading “Mariel is travelling again!”
Midnight, and I have just turned 22 in the middle of a rice paddy somewhere in Madagascar. Lisa has got her shoe stuck in the mud and, wobbling on one leg, retrieved it looking like a large wet brick. We were all laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of our situation when I checked my watch and realised that it was now my birthday.
I have now been back at home (in the shed) and growing vegetables longer than I was away. I’ve had plenty of time to ponder my multitude of privileges, very aware that lockdown for me has (on the whole) been a joy; an opportunity to reconnect with the land I grew up in, spend time with my family, and with time and space to reflect and create.
I realised this evening that I’ve been home seven weeks, which is almost as long as I spent on boats between January and March. Hours have turned into days, into weeks and now months. Instead of the thousands of miles I had thought I would be sailing, the dozens of shores I was going toContinue reading “An update from the garden”
I’m sawing through old planks of wood, building compost bays as part of my effort to dig for victory in this battle against food shortages amidst a global pandemic of coronavirus. (What a context…)
It has taken me 3 months to get here, rarely travelling faster than the wind or I could propel myself, yet in less than 12 hours I will be back where I started at my parent’s front door.
What a crazy world we find ourselves in. I arrived here in St Lucia on Saturday morning, having waved goodbye to Gill and John from a small ferry leaving Martinique, to join Al on his 45ft Passport, Ecce Diem, planning to sail north through the islands.
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.
Blogger: Mariel Date: 5-Mar-2020 Location: At anchor in St Anne’s, Martinique! Total to Date: 2948nm (0nm to go) Final 22 Hour Run: 118nm Wednesday 4th March, 18:52 The last sunset of the passage (unless something goes very wrong). This afternoon, I played my desert island discs through John D’s bluetooth speaker and explained my choices,Continue reading “Atlantic Crossing – Day 24 – We have arrived!”
Blogger: Mariel and John Date: 4-Mar-2020 Location: Closing on Martinique – it’s now REALLY close! Total to Date: 2848nm (96nm to go) 24 Hour Run: 132nm PART 1 – Mariel, 03.38am Is this my last 3-5am nightwatch?? When I came on, there were less than 160nm to go, we are still making 5-6 knots inContinue reading “Atlantic Crossing – Day 23”