So I popped my head out a few extra times after spotting them and they disappeared off to my starboard bow after about 20 minutes.
But i was desperate to get sailing again and later I noticed a breeze developing and disengaged the engine to see how strong it was and if it was from a favorable direction....and it was, so off with the motor, out with the headsail and suddenly it was all Bliss again. We were sailing at about 4 knots which was slower than motoring but I reasoned that motoring and using up precious fuel to gain an extra knot was bad economics: better to use the diesel to gain 4 or 5 knots - but in any case it was much more pleasant doing 4 under sail than 5 on the engine.
Unfortunately however the breeze didn't build and it flicked around a bit so I was again popping my head out again and again to check our course and to adjust the Hydrovane. I woke after a sleep of about an hour, round sunrise, and found we were heading north - actually towards Norfolk Island which is about as far away right now as is Lord Howe - and that was because the wind had turned to the east, which is exactly where we dont want it to come from because that's where we're supposed to be heading - so I furled the sails and started motoring again. The breeze has fizzled out completely now and the sea is returning to its glassy smooth rolling contoured field of blue.
I've worked out this morning I can motor for about another 18 hours but then I will have to wait for the breeze if I am to keep a reasonable reserve for any motoring that might be essential. Sailors of old used to go mad and jump into the sea when they were becalmed in the doldrums so I hope that doesnt happen to me. Actually I have been hearing voices - its really quite interesting and they are not telling me to jump into the sea but that I can just get off Sapphire and walk home if I want to. No that's not true - just kidding - what I hear, and I think maybe the mind wants to hear human voice - is small shouts and exclamations like "Hey" or "Dave" or "What" or just sounds like speech that I cant quite understand. These turn out to be squeaks of rope rubbing something, or a bird cry or even a splash against the side of the boat that my brain wants to try and understand as speech. Oh and sometimes its someone swimming past, heading for Australia. "Good luck mate" I shout back...
So all in all, things are OK though I do wish the wind would blow because then I am happiest. And yes we have 430 to go to North Cape, so if we maintain 100 miles a day - well you work it out. I do it every 5 minutes all day long!
Sapphire Out
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