Longtitude: 7° 30 S
Latitude: 128° 26 W
Course over ground: 270°
Speed over ground: 5 - 5.5 knots
True wind speed: 12 - 15 knots
Time: 6.30 am (Anchorage)
630 nautical miles to go!
Nothing to report on the sailing front, it’s Groundhog Day really. The wind has picked up a smidgen I guess and we are headed bang on due West. We've just had a group email in from the Puddlejumping community, flagging that there has been a clampdown on fines payable if we sail to Fatu Hiva without checking in with immigration at Nuku Hiva or Hiva Oa first. That is disappointing as the representative at the Puddle Jump seminar had recommended stopping there, that it would be hard graft double-backing against the wind, and we shouldn’t miss the opportunity to see an island reputed by the French to have the most beautiful cove in the world, as well as a spectacular waterfall. Waterfalls are Isabelle’s passion, up there with orcas, dolphins and snakes, and the last one we saw in St Lucia, I have to say, was sweet, but more of a spring trickle over a few rocks. Among the boats in the convoy, the jury is still out and seems split half way.
After last night’s late night movie, Isabelle and Francis were still fast asleep by the time school was due to start so we gave them a lie in. Catherine meanwhile has been up since dawn, in raptures at the sun rise, and then reenacting all sorts of action sequences with her playmobile, with figures jumping from the ramparts of the castle Bond style, only here the Queen reign supreme.
Good news: we hooked a huge fish. Bad news: it swiped our lure! Back to throwing together a beef stir-fry, while Xavier whizzed up another of his signature smoothies for tea to keep all sweet.
Francis is now beginning his English assignment in which he has to persuade a local entrepreneur to donate £5k to a charity he is passionate about. Francis is making a great case for the relevance of the turtle sanctuary in we visited in Bequia.
The other Swiss boat, BAJKA, sighted a couple of whales 100 metres to their starboard. I was able to help identify the type as what Melville refers to as a Right Whale, thanks to descriptions in Moby Dick, not only of their physique but the peculiarities of their spout. I am nearly four fifths through the book, and Moby Dick himself has yet to make an appearance!
We are making slow progress, with an average speed barely eeking above 5 knots. Still, it meant we could take our time appreciating the sunset this evening, more than a match for the sunrise earlier. Afterwards, having officially certified that the sun was most definitely over the yardarm, Xav and I treated ourselves to a G&T, but I could barely manage half, and as soon as the kids were in bed, drifted off in the moonlight. I always sleep outside in the cockpit with Xav now. No, that is not a euphemism! It is such a luxury, being so close to the sea like this, resting in the lullaby of its music and rocked by its rhythms. It will be hard to go back to sleeping indoors after this.