Wednesday December 12th
So, the Tenby fishing boys finally got their tuna. A skipjack, around 4lb. John cleaned and Ross cooked it, searing it in a pan with hot oil and spices. He also cooked some plain, although both were delicious. A tuna, sweetcorn bake, with cheese, olive oil and tomatoes was served with it, again courtesy of Ross, and it was also very good.
So, here we sit. Just 60 odd miles to go. Squally showers, and only moderate visibility, as we look out for land. In just a few short hours we will be back in civilization, with cars, mobile phones, other people and so on. Our little 38 ft bubble will burst and we will split up and go our separate ways, the ocean swells will calm and stop and three of us will start looking for flights home.
.........and then we saw it. In the rain, in the mist, Barbados. 16:35 GMT. 12:35 local time. We'd crossed the Atlantic ocean. 20 days and around 8 hours.
Right. Next. Get in. Customs. Anchor in front of the yacht club and hopefully, enjoy a beer. The BBC world service says flights from London are delayed, and that the weather there is so cold, the planes require de-icing. Oh dear. Could we be stuck here over Christmas? Palm trees, beaches and cocktails. It would be dreadful, wouldn't it?
