A super-quick blog as this is the roughest day yet and I don’t want to keep the laptop out of its case for a moment longer than necessary. I’m temporarily quite grateful for the flooded lockers, as the extra ballast has, I’m sure, saved me from several knockdowns today. There have been too many close calls for comfort. There seems to be a temporary lull (relatively speaking – only 30 knots instead of 35) so I’ll make the most of it.
I rowed for a little while this morning, but as well as high winds it has been raining much of the day, and having raindrops flying at you at 35 mph is no joke. So I have spent most of the day confined to the cabin, doing just about everything one can do while strapped to a bunk on a small rowboat.
I spent some time planning the next chapter of my life. But there is a limit to how much of that you can do before you have to stop and just let it gestate for a while before taking it to the next level of detail.
So I have read my one hardcopy book – “Perseverance” by Margaret Wheatley, from cover to cover. I have played Bejewelled 2 on my iPhone until I couldn’t stand any more. I have explored every app on my iPhone that will work without an internet connection or mobile phone signal.
And I have listened to the wind roar around my boat, and the waves slam into the side of the hull, and the rain rattle on the roof. Each time there is a near-knockdown my stomach clenches and I get that goosebumpy feeling that you get if you trip and nearly fall, or have a near miss in your car. The cabin is damp and stuffy, and I feel grimy and sticky. I can’t say it’s the most fun-filled 24 hours I’ve had in my life.
According to the forecast, only about another 18 hours of this before the conditions start to abate slightly, and by the 18th I should be able to open up the cabin for airing, pump out the lockers, and get some fresh air into my lungs. Until then, I am counting the hours….
The wind is picking up again now, so I’ll quit while I’m ahead.
Quote for the day:For the man sound in body and serene of mind there is no such thing as bad weather; every day has its beauty, and storms which whip the blood do but make it pulse more vigorously. Martin Buxbaum.
Sponsored Miles: Rough conditions but moving in the right direction, 34 miles since yesterday morning, and thanks go to Nick Perdiew, Simon and Eve Ringsmuth, John Griffin and Brian Yates for sponsoring.