Cape Town
The anchor dropped in the mud off the port of Cape Town at 1935 local time. We have made it across the South Atlantic. Continue reading
Day: 24 April 2016
#AntarcticAlphabet: H is for home
Home is where the heart is, where we hope and plan, even dream. Not-home, elsewhere, is transition, a coming or a going, a place whose future is not our business. Almost every building we’ve seen since Puerto Williams has been ugly, bases and settlements of corrugated metal, old machinery and … Continue reading
On the yards
I furled a sail, the knots were sweet. It was not like pulling sheets. I furled a sail, didn’t spot the whale, But I’m so glad I furled a sail. I furled a sail for the first time And I may do it again I furled a sail, I furled … Continue reading
To the masthead
Hooray for climbing – to the masthead. Today we have a gentle breeze but quite a bit of swell left over from the storm. It’s been sunny and warm, and may even be our last full sailing day before we drop anchor in South Africa. My ambition to reach the … Continue reading
