Life wasn't meant to be Breezy.................

Pachuca has turned back to Port Lincoln because of poor winds !
Here is the sms;
NOON 6 JUNE CST. 35S16 135E52. WE ARE RETURNING TO PORT LINCOLN BECAUSE OF ADVERSE WIND AND WILL WAIT FOR GOOD WIND.


Recently I found this poem floating in a bottle;

A to Z of a certain Sailing Venture

Anchors away; AIS shows us ships

Battens stiffen our mainsail, sea air cracks our lips

Currents are good if they help us along

But dangers are many and comforts are gone

Everything easy is now rendered hard.


Fair winds and fine sails will make us go best

A sail that is flapping means time for a rest

Generation of power can be done in three ways

But how many breakdowns how many delays

Our intrepid sailors can not keep the score.


The jib pulls us along, a pity it tore

That’s one of the problems there are plenty more

The keel knifes through water but is stalled by nets

Leaks fill the bilge: is this bad as it gets?

As mountainous seas toss us madly about.


A nautical life is not for the sane

There’s oceans of water but here comes the rain

The pump's working overtime, the plug found a new home

Quite snug in the toilet where damage was done.


Romance is the word that I heard you speak

Reality bites with a vengeance – just where is that leak?

Scaling the mast, hauling the sail, scrapping the schedule

Leaving Time for what matters: a beer, or v. pool.


Useless to fight just go with the flow

Our vessel and we are (sort of) eager to go

Though night watches are long when the seas come from behind

And each day there’s a worry what worse will we find.


X-itement. X-acting, X-cruciating....fun?

Y do we do this – just so we can say

Zip up the stack pack, our voyage is done!!


Brenda Newbey June 2008