Sunday, 25 December 2016
Merry Christmas everyone!
We woke this morning to find four little stocking hanging under the sprayhood. Somehow Santa had shinned down the mast last night between watches! For a nasty moment e reckoned that he wouldn't find us as our navigation lights were off for a while by mistake, but fortunately Niall put that right. Kyle was so entranced by the Christmas Dawn that he didn't retire to his bunk at the end of his watch but got out the rod and started fishing. The tropic bird returned, a red-billed avian Rudolph, and looked at Kyle's bait with a knowing eye and moved on. The day opens before us sunny wth deep blue seas towering above astern and crests of foam roaring as they crash alongside, rarely offering more than a splash to our cockpit. The ride seems smooth, with occasional exciting rides down the steeper seas in a flurry of foam. Happy Christmas!