Fog
Scot Free III
Frank & Anne
Thu 6 Jun 2024 15:09
49:19.354N 53:39.543W
A weather window meant lighter winds and calmer seas. Winds on the nose all the way, first NE then SE as we turned south to Deadman’s Cove. Close hauled, tacking and heeling again for 11 hours in bitter winds and fog. Had checked the chart for icebergs. 1 listed in our “square “. Needless to say, needles and haystacks sprung to mind but had to be vigilant, nevertheless.. The radar was on for the whole trip.
The temperatures were brutal. The fishermen from the West Country who came here and back cod fishing were hardy folk. Here, the lobster fishermen were out at 5am. Such a harsh life.
Finally anchored, A had completely lost the use of her fingers. Thank goodness for the heating on the boat.
But… F has become well acquainted with the bilges again. Water, this time. The boat hull is insulated to the waterline and not below. Condensation is forming and visible along the floorboard joints. Discovered the labels had started to come off tins stored in the bilges, could have been tricky if A hadn’t written the contents on top. Sir Robin Knox Johnson tells a lovely tale of a yacht race over Christmas when all his tinned food became label-less. He knew he had a tinned Christmas Pudding but he only discovered in late January. He had a few interesting meal combos though.