Today’s weather was slightly less wet than yesterday. Scanning was still in order, so I returned to my colour slides from May 2004 in Barbados.
Two days ago, we left Sam coming into sight of the watchers on the yacht. He was soon to experience his first land for 59 days on the wide, dark, deep, Atlantic Ocean. Jessica, Louisa, Chris, Frances, Fiona, and I were privileged to be there to share the moments.
We watched him make his way from the calmer, but still choppy, Caribbean Sea to the more sheltered Western side of Barbados.
He paused to film us,
before taking in the surrounding buildings and vegetation, and navigating these pier struts.
Louisa, Jessica, and Dixie, were making their own record.
Louisa seems to have spotted something overhead.
Sam continues on his way,
encouraged by local residents,
until he nears the windsock which marks the finish line.
Excitement mounted.
Meanwhile, on 27th August 2015, we enjoyed Jackie’s scrumptious cottage pie, Becky’s pasta bake, and crisp carrots, with which Ian drank San Miguel; Jackie, Hoegaarden; and Becky and I finished the Teroldego Rotaliano.