R is for rope. The rhythm of coils passed hand to hand, or turned upon the deck in line with the lay. Wrapped round and hung, ready to hand, on pins and cleats, belayed and standing-by for work. Rope is part of the trinity of sail and hull harnessing the … Continue reading
We left Deception Island after an uneasy night at anchor and enjoyed a glorious sail across the Bransfield Strait to be met by whales at the iceberg cluster at the western end of the Antarctic Sound. We arrived there not long before sunset and were greeted by this humpback hunting. I … Continue reading
The plash and splash and roar of the water is everywhere: from whispers to chitchat to full rage, the surf breaking on the hull and across the waves. No rhythm, a broken step, swell after swell of broken, humpbacked walls of water. From the bows, a little distance, but on … Continue reading
