Bridgetown

Bridgetown

Careenage After clearing in, things accelerated faster than a whippet out the trap and we managed to get into the Careenage just before the lifting bridge was lowered. Inside the Careenage inner basin, help was at hand thanks to some of our fellow Odyssey sailors who...

We are in Barbados.

Last night wasn’t how we imagined our arrival in the tropics. It was cold, wet and windy, certainly not the idyl we had in mind. The wind gusted to 30 knots, driving rain through the companionway hatch into the cabin. I had to shut myself out. This morning, however,...

Didn’t see that coming

Until a few days ago, the grinder of the celestial sphere had been consistently keeping the sun and the moon in sync above our heads. The sun would rise in the east, and set in the west at the same time as moonrise in the east. This cycle continued for many a happy...

Life onboard

Photographs can be deceptive. Maria might look as if she is just staring idly across the sea towards distant shores. But no. She is performing an important everyday function: holding the satellite phone aerial level to get a good signal so that we can download the...

Weed

Three hundred and thirty miles to Barbados and we are floating on a bed of seaweed. I assume it’s Sargasso weed and there’s sheets of it everywhere. It isn’t slowing us down though. At the speed we are doing, we should arrive at Bridgetown late Friday afternoon. That...