On some Sundays, when the stars line up, we sometimes have a cool punch to drink on the main deck with popcorn as a snack. We have called this in the past “marlinspike”. It’s a social occasion that develops a culture of its own. The three watches mingle all together and hang out on the hatch, sometimes dress up, maybe put on some music, some have been known to dance. But ten-year-old Dawson calls it Popcorn Day. He has a point.
Today we ran out of wind as a big high preasure area expanded over us. No sense in complaining, it’s all good weather otherwise, warm and sunny, blue seas and skies. Just no wind. So we fire up the faithful Danish Alpha diesel engine and make southing at seven knots. Almost hot enough for a “power shower,” soon come I figure.