Poor Dizzy hates sailing and usually spends his time on passage next to me.
It is not too hard to detect the mental messages sent telepathically
"ARE WE THERE YET!"
It is a pity he hates sailing because it does not get much better than our sail up to Bequia. A warm wind over our shoulder, minimal swell and 7 to 9 knots all the way. 32 miles in 4 and 1/4 hours.
It was about 5 years ago when Love Divne went onto the rocks at the Western tip of Bequia.
Who knows what the skipper was doing or not doing.
But she is settling deeper by the stern. Maybe loosened by a big Northerly swell.
Both Dizzy and Gisela are enjoying a quiet if windy day in Bequia. Dizzy at all times is on watch for dangerous dinghies and pesky seagulls.
Meanwhile the skipper who can testify to the truth of the old saying
" Cruising is just boat maintenance in exotic locations "
is pondering on the best way to achieve toilet nirvana.
He has broken BOTH manual handles in one week.
The temporary fix is holding but we are both pumping out GENTLY.