Everyone knows that
the sea can turn from dead calm into the Tempest, and back again in
no time at all. When we crossed to Italy, we were in for a bit of a
bumpy ride, with 2 meter waves on the beam, and a steady 35 knots of
wind. However, as we reached the toe of the boot of Italy, the wind
and waves where gone in no time at all. As usual, the sea state was
reflected in how far Tuxington was ducked down into the kitchen sink.
However, both cats are finding their sea-legs now, and both of them
have been eating in these conditions, and only one “surprise1”.
We spend some time
sailing in a gentle 4 Beaufort with hardly any waves, until the wind
died completely and we had to resume our trip on the Iron main sail.
Little did we know that the wind would be up to over 45 knots later
on...
1Surprises
are usually found at night by a warm and slightly wet feeling in the
left foot.
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| Last time the Greek flag is flying from our starboard spreader |
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| Last view of Greece, St George Bay |
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