The front we had for the last couple of days eventually subsided, and we
had a few hours of relatively calm sailing.  But, as the weather uploads
predicted, we had another one following on right behind.  We get weather
files that are uploaded to a computer system that integrates the weather
with our routing.  They come in what is called GRIB files.  Kirsty, in her
finest Yorkshire accent, asked what GRIB stood for.  Marc, in his finest
Isle of Man Yorkshire accent, answered “Get Ready Int Boat”.  Good enough
for me!

So the storm we have just had was worse than the first one.  It was lovely
and red on the weather files, so we knew we were in for something fruity.
And it was.  Well, it still is a bit.  The waves and the wind were
enormous.  The huge swells had waves breaking on the top of them.  It was
like a volcano erupting white lava that cascaded down into a bottomless
pit.  And our little boat was tossed and turned like a salad.  Wet is not
the word for how we were when we came off watch.  And cold.  So this is

David had good news come through on the email – his daughter had given birth to his first grandchild in Hobart.  A lovely little daughter called Audrey Marie.
The last few days a few things started going wrong – like the leak in the
lazarette.  The generator packed up, so did the water maker.  Wendo decided
that as Hobart is now our nearest port, David was sabotaging the boat so
that he could pop in and see his grand daughter.  She said if anyone sees
David with a mallet take it off him!

Then Craig said he wouldn’t mind being lost at sea. Wendo said that we
would have to come and get him if he fell in.  And there would be a court
case as to why she lost someone etc etc.  The only way it would be OK was
if he was saving a baby, and there are no babies on board.  So he said he
would jump in to save Bridget (not sure why I was the one in the
proverbial drink).  He said he would ask to have his tether cut to be a
hero.  Wendo said it may look a bit odd if I had a size 9 footprint on my
back when they got me out.  So added onto David and the mallet, was don’t
let Craig anywhere near me if I am near the rail!!

Sitting on the rail (with Craig nowhere in sight as he was on mother duty!)
last night, short tethered to the boat as the waves were regularly knocking
everyone around, there were hundreds of large phosphorescent blobs floating
in the water.  Shining like large torches, we came to conclusion due to the
shape of them that they were jellyfish.  Weird.

We have a new bow person on our shift.  Val has stepped up in her yellow
banana suit, and is taking on the bow responsibility.  Michael still has
his bad back, and Marc, our normal bow person, also now has a bad back.
So, Val has stepped up even though she was thrown out of the top bunk in
the storm and hurt her back.  She is one tough lady!

The sun is now shining, even though the storm has not completely gone
through.  It shines beautifully on the blue and white sea – very
photogenic.  Shame I haven’t got my camera.