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Oct. 31st:


I wonder if the original Greek meaning of the word cacophony isn’t ‘small boat at sea’. The sounds in one in any kind of upwind work are truly remarkable.

It has died down to a wispy 20 knots or so and the seas subsided to suit. But the racket is marvelous. In the last two hours, the crack and report of seas breaking against the hull have convinced me that either the hull was breaking up or the Solent stay had parted. Neither, of course, had happened and the only thing cracking seemed to be my nerves. In my defense, neither pitch-black nor the sad attempt at potato chowder helped matters.

Through it all, my trusty mascot Salty looks on non-plussed. Salty is hitching a ride around the world although I think if you asked, he would prefer a different Skipper. Salty is on loan from a dear friend and mentor who made me promise adventure and flying fish without limit. We will see about the fish…

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1 Comment
  • BT
    Posted at 10:41h, 02 July Reply

    Bert, you are amazing! Following you progress and posts with great admiration for you courage and wishing / willing you success. You are on the downhill run now. All the best from an Aussie follower BT ( 2 degrees of separation from your Uncle Joe).

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