Thursday 10 January 2008
5:34 am
5:34 am
Sure enough, 1 am this morning a westerly wind, that measured 30 knots, hit our camp. The camp shook and shuddered and then finally fell over. (Oar-’n'-sail tents are not very sturdy!!!!!!) Everybody woke up immediately. Ship’s Boy, disentangling himself from the sail, went out to look for the visitor, but Captain called him back.
“I think you must have got the date or time mixed up, Cap’n,” called out Ship’s Boy.
“No,” said Captain rather drily. “I haven’t. As you can see, he pushed our tent over.”
“But…I thought… that was the wind.”
“Exactly….the wind is our visitor.”
“Oh,” said Ship’s Boy with a hint of disappointment.
“I think you must have got the date or time mixed up, Cap’n,” called out Ship’s Boy.
“No,” said Captain rather drily. “I haven’t. As you can see, he pushed our tent over.”
“But…I thought… that was the wind.”
“Exactly….the wind is our visitor.”
“Oh,” said Ship’s Boy with a hint of disappointment.
6 Hours later:
The rain has gone, but a fine drizzle has set in for a day.
24 degrees Celsius
Wind speed 6 knots
We aren’t doing much, just sitting under out tent keeping dry (trying to).
The rain has gone, but a fine drizzle has set in for a day.
24 degrees Celsius
Wind speed 6 knots
We aren’t doing much, just sitting under out tent keeping dry (trying to).
6 Hours even later:
Can’t write much because the Ship’s Logs paper is all damp and is tearing. Thankfully the rain has stopped. Also we will be moving to higher ground.
Can’t write much because the Ship’s Logs paper is all damp and is tearing. Thankfully the rain has stopped. Also we will be moving to higher ground.
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T.B.C.
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