13 septembre 2021 - Logbook Tres Hombres
Mornings are grey, afternoons are sunny.
Probably an effect from temperature changes.
Dense fog at times and horn sound from invisible creatures.
The Moon is growing each day among the stars.
Breads rise well and overflow into the bottom of the oven and are delicious.
The four cans of tea and coffee are very often filled up due to the annual usual frozen summer in the North sea.
Stories and laughter at night go well in many directions.
The proud crew is tacking the ship as if it was their children’s toy.
Falcons and birds dare to pause on deck or on the yards and fly away when we move around the canvas.
The culinary experience is still a pleasure these days.
Twelve mackerels ended up in the oven, two were missing…for the vegetarians’ demand, they got it for the next meal. Yep, sausages have been shared too.
Beauty and serenity of tight ropes and slack lines, standing or running, ready to be activated, to be touched.
Not all of them are meant to be embraced, nevertheless they are essentials.
Mystery of life, what is the message sent when the wind isn’t turning into a convenient way.
Okay, the convenience is dictated by nature. Find resourcefulness draw from deep.
Being a drop of water in this immensity, a grain of dust on the planet and I forget to find reasons for every matter.
Just go on the dear seas.
Sentinel of faraway.
…of Skagerrak is quite smooth. 20 or 25 kts were expected in the middle so I drew a blue line on the chart, do not pass over. Fortunately we never had to dowse the royal and as soon as the wind increased we turned the ship around towards the peaceful Danish coast. Each watch gets […]
Morning Watch Exact time, day and date are not the most important parameters on board. Therefore, watch changes, meals and sea miles gained towards the desired destination make you notice time passing by. After patiently awaiting the right wind and slowly moving along the southern Swedish coast, in the course of the night we finally […]
Ergens tussen 14:00 en 19:15 word ik wakker in het foxhole door een combinatie van heftige golfbewegingen en de daarbij behorende geluiden. Naast me, aan de andere kant van de boothuid, snelt het water in een kolkende, bruisende stroom. Iets hoger klinkt de golfslag, de typische af- en aanzwellende ruis van de zee. Af en […]