After what seemed like weeks rolling through the North Atlantic – in reality it was only a few days - we arrived at the St. Johns Pilot Station at seven in the morning. The sea became calm and the swell subsided, a full moon set ahead of us into the harbour entrance as the sun... Continue Reading →
AZORES HIGH
Since leaving Gibraltar we have travelled a thousand miles. During that time, we have rolled relentlessly accompanied by squeaking and creaking, moaning and groaning, rattling and shaking, and a cacophony of other noises. This vessel loves to roll. She is so enthusiastic; the speed and severity leaves you with a headache. I would love to... Continue Reading →