Leg 5, Race 7 – Day 9, 10th March

March 15, 2010
Leg 5, Race 7 – Day 9, 10th March

Today I lost my sense of humour - big time. I tried to find it but it wasn't in my bunk or in the forepeak, am pretty certain it wasn't in the saloon and I'm damn sure it wasn't in the galley. I know this because that's the torture chamber where I spent 14 wretched hours today!

The conditions on deck are fabulous – some sunshine – a bit of relief from all the rain we've had and good speeds under a poled-out headsail. We are not heeled over very much and the boat isn't slamming but this point of sail is worse for the mothers. The boat heels from port to starboard every 5 or 10 seconds – not lots but just enough to send everything that isn't wedged in a locker or nailed to the worktop, sliding at break neck speed from one side of the galley to the other, spewing whatever contents it may have everywhere and making as much of a nerve-shattering bang and clatter as it possibly can in the process. Tony had drawn the short straw again but at least it meant we slipped into a routine pretty easily. The morning wasn't too bad but as lunch drew nearer and we ran out of hands to do things as both pairs were occupied just trying to hold onto pans and bowls, the incessant scraping noise as things slid across the galley surfaces got to me and I had what we term on Hull & Humber as a “Chrissie” moment. (after Chrissie's mad outburst on Leg 1).

I tried to cheer myself up in the afternoon by making chocolate Rice Krispie cakes using the cereal that wasn't getting consumed, some of our gold dust butter and my 3 bars of secret stash Cadbury's chocolate. It was all going well until I added a slosh of Maple Syrup – in the absence of any Golden syrup I thought it might do as well. However it appears it that the prime difference between the two is that golden Syrup is very good at making things stick together and Maple Syrup does exactly the opposite!  So I created Chocolate Rice Krispie 'bits' that I tried to squidge together firmly in paper bun cases in the vain hope that the addition of pressure might make the bits cling together to form a whole! Delia Smith it wasn't but nonetheless at 4 o'clock tea time, the slightly unusual offering was gladly accepted and greedily consumed by all.

After my near disaster with the cakes I went in search of my SOH (sense of humour) in the saloon. I did find that by lying on the cushions with my legs in the air (much to the raised eyebrows of some of the chaps) it did come rushing back to my head – which made me think that maybe it had become lost in my socks but that can't have been the case as on return to the galley it immediately disappeared again!

As if to put a final nail in the coffin of my day of hell just as we were about to serve up supper (Beef Stew), a huge wave hit the boat from the side, we heeled right over and a good proportion of said stew leapt from the pan into the nearby locker. The bit that didn't make it that far either slid down the back of the stove or decorated that side of the galley walls!

On any other day I would have laughed my head off but with my SOH still missing I just gritted my teeth and started the clean-up job before serving what was left of supper!
 

Leg 5, Race 7 – Day 8, 9th March

March 15, 2010
Leg 5, Race 7 – Day 8, 9th March

Our night watch last night was more of the same. We expected the winds to die off a bit and although they did occasionally dip down as far as the early 20's, gusts of 28, 29 knots kept coming every few minutes – just enough to keep us from shaking a reef out.

By our midday watch start the winds were up again and it wasn't long before we dropped the staysail and then later swapped out the Yankee 3 for the storm jib. The sea state had picked up again and seeme...
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Leg 5, Race 7 Day 7, 8th March

March 15, 2010
Leg 5, Race 7 Day 7, 8th March

My foot feels better today, the swelling has gone down. The main problem is still getting my boot on and off – once it's on though, it's not too bad at all. Had a great zzzzz this morning with Ipod on and a short 'bunk disco' (interesting in a sleeping bag!)   – although still too hot despite the northerly winds now being some slightly colder air.  Had a rude awakening for watch – my bunk (I'm on the top) was being pushed up and down, earthquake fashion, by...
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Leg 5, Race 7 Day 6, 7th March

March 15, 2010
Leg 5, Race 7 Day 6, 7th March

Got up and after quite a struggle got my boot on and was on deck for watch – I was given some stick that I shouldn't be there but the winds had gone light again so the boat was fairly flat and steady and not likely to be too challenging for my ankle.

On watch later it was quite a different story. We went from barely making headway with a windseeker straight to Y2 plus 2 reefs in the main. The gear change was like going from pootling down a country lane at 30 mph...
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Leg 5, Race 7 – Day 5, 6th March

March 15, 2010
Leg 5, Race 7 – Day 5, 6th March

I didn't really sleep during my 8am to midday off-watch. I lay in my bunk with my ipod on and snoozed, eventually rousing to the realisation that I was far too hot! Not a sensation I expected to experience at any point of this leg! I couldn't believe that I might actually have to take a layer out of my sleeping bag!

The rain had cleared up, it was still relatively mild. Still the mid-layer salopettes and thin fleece were donned – not because I really needed ...
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Leg 7, Race 5 – Day 4, Friday 5th March

March 6, 2010
Leg 7, Race 5 – Day 4, Friday 5th March

Mike B woke me at 7.15am. My initial reaction was “shit, I'm late for motherwatch” and then I realised that was yesterday and I was back to normal today. The lack of violent boat motion once again gave away the fact that we were in a light wind situation and just to underline that as I was about to go on deck for watch, the mid-weight spinnaker was shoved down the companion way at me and I could hear the Windseeker being hoisted. It was the start o...
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Leg 5, Race 7 – Day 3, Thursday 4th March

March 6, 2010
Leg 5, Race 7 – Day 3, Thursday 4th March

We had held on to second place all of yesterday right up until the final sched when we then dropped to fourth as Australia and Jamaica snuck past us.

Today my contribution to keeping the boat going fast was to keep the troops fed and watered.  The wind had dropped right down and had spun round behind us, which made the motion of the boat much easier – it also made my bunk far too comfortable and I was loath to leave it and Bertie Bear – my newly p...
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Leg 5, Race 7 – Day 2, Wednesday 3rd March

March 6, 2010
Leg 5, Race 7 – Day 2, Wednesday 3rd March

By this morning the fleet had dispersed again and we were back to battling against Cape Breton Island – who were once again neck and neck – (or bow and bow) with us on the horizon.  Now our sail changes had settled a tad and as it was still (and likely to be for some time) pretty darn cold, Tom our watch leader reinstated the system of having limited numbers on deck so we could warm ourselves in rotation in the comparative warmth (which wasn't r...
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Leg 5, Race 7 Day 1 - 2nd March Race Start Day

March 6, 2010
Leg 5, Race 7 Day 1 - 2nd March Race Start Day

5 hours of sleep is barely enough, I decided as my alarm sounded at 6.15am – just time for a final luxurious hot shower and hair wash – quite possibly my last for the next 4 1/2 weeks! Albert and I, who had been sharing a cheap and cheerful apartment since we'd arrived in Qingdao, did a final scout around for left items and scurried off just before 7am, to grab a taxi back to the marina.

As we'd come to expect, it was a bitterly cold morning bu...
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Leg 4 Race 6 Day 20, 21st February 2010

February 28, 2010
Leg 4 Race 6 Day 20, 21st February 2010

Our final night-watch passed without hitch last night. Trucking along at 10 & 11 knots in the freezing cold. We had passed through the busy waters earlier so had a pretty uninterrupted 6 hours flying across the Yellow sea to our destination. Every half-hour or so we were checking the distance to the official finish line and ticking off the miles. The following watch would be on at the point of crossing the line but Mick and I asked to be woken up 15 minu...
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