There’s no chance of replacing these sandals here and Dave wears them all the time.Īfter some machinations and grumbling, I head off to the supermarket to buy bread. It dawns that a pair of Dave’s expensive walking sandals which had just been tucked under the spray hood cover were missing too. The following morning, I get up, go on deck and notice the two old knackered tennis balls we use on a boarding ladder to provide protection are missing.
I have a scout round the deck at night making sure nothing of any value is accessible and we go to bed. Security is always more of an issue being tied to the land and this being a public dock, access is completely open. We had moored temporarily on the town dock and as it was mid afternoon we decided to stay the night rather than go back out to anchor. Dave went to find a replacement and identified one in SuperU but it had no price on it and the helpful shop assistant explained that a call needed to be made to Tahiti. We are in Bora Bora checking out which takes a couple of days and decided our engine battery may be on its last legs. He’s just finished his latest novel and I thought a ‘true story’ plot line might pique his interest. I contacted him to offer him the rights to my recent crime busting exploits. That’s how he pays for his ship’s biscuits and colourful interior fabrics. Call me Miss MarpleĪ Finnish friend called Sami writes crime novels. There may be a lull in transmissions for a while. Dave will stay here in Fiji for the time being until we know more. My dad is currently suffering health wise so i’m heading home. In stop press news, I’m unexpectedly flying back to the UK on Sunday. Thinking about it, i’ve just contributed to their fundamentalist literature costs by buying a smoothie. I’m sat in a cafe (bizarrely it appears to be run by a rather scary South Korean religious cult) looking out at the rain. Today Dave is swapping the starter motor on the engine. Wear and tear, UV light, strong winds all contribute to their ongoing damage. In my time distorted head, i still think of them as being new but they are obviously not. We bought new sails when we got Grace so they are about 10 years old. We have decided to buy a new mainsail rather than spend money getting it fixed for it to rip somewhere else. We chose to put the engine on for a short while at the end of the passage as we wanted to get in. A sail boat without white sails is a bit limited.
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plus we flew the cruising chute when appropriate. We were able to sail with the third reef in plus the stay sail. He described the experience as ’not very nice’. Dave valiantly went up the mast a couple of days later but it was too pitchy and rolly to sort it out. The headsail halyard chaffed through but we managed to wrap the sails before they fell in the sea. A bit rolly but saves miles by not having to gybe the angles. We flew the twin headsails poled out and headed straight downwind. How was the crossing? 12 days at sea and a little boisterous.
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Warning ….The next section contains sailing jargon so feel free to skip if you have no interest. The vibe is warm, chilled and open plus being able to converse in english is helpful….although my french did improve after the best part of a couple of years in French Polynesia. Welcoming, friendly, cheap, lush and green. I didn’t know the military owned so many uniforms. I stole a few screen shots to remind myself in 20 years time of the occasion. We rule the world with pageantry and queuing. The UK has been filled with nothing but the Queen’s death. Now I have uncertainty and unnecessary stress. Grrrrr! Being organised, I’d booked a ticket in advance to get me from Hexham to Heathrow airport, west of London. There’s likely to be a train strike on the day I fly. The trickiest bit of the trip is going to be the UK bit. I arrive back to boat world on 3 rd October. That’s when I leave these shores for Fiji. Apologies to my American friends. 😀ġ st October. When they got home and were sharing their holiday snaps, they could have imparted this impish UK information to their friends and family.
You may remember it.Īs they were walking past, a group of Americans were admiring the vista and one asked the question, “I wonder what kind of tree it is?” There was some considered debate. There’s a classic place called Sycamore Gap (photo above) which was actually the location of a scene in the film / movie, Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves. My niece and a friend were walking along the Roman Wall in Northumberland.
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