Lat 7° 42
mins North
The excitement is growing of reaching Panama later today.
Yesterday we did the deep clean so that we can just hit
the ground running when we arrive, to indulge in some lovely land based food
and drinks. The deep clean is a requirement by Clipper after each race or
training week. Sir Robin requires the boats to be spotless, apart from the fact
that they look good and present well, probably more importantly it's so we don't
get ill. It's generally a hateful job, but yesterday the whole crew just got on
with it in a methodical way and we had it done by lunch time. It was a case of
many hands make light work. It involves cleaning all the lockers, bunks, walls,
floors,etc.. Pretty well everything down
below has to be scrubbed clean. The floor boards come up on deck for washing
and this was generally better to get done while still at sea, as we had breeze
to keep us cool while we were working.
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Today the final remaining cleaning and tidying will be
done. I'm on mother watch so will be cooking lunch and providing afternoon tea,
but it doesn't look as if I need to cook supper, as we'll be in by then.
Hurray!
I have a poem for you, written by Laura Stock our
resident crew artist and poet, to describe the towering clouds at sunset, that
we saw the other day;
A dawning glory
Towers of Slate, bulbous clouds
Emerge like stern sentinels
On stilts of rain
From out of the pre-dawn misty sea
Morning sneaks out from behind
First, a mere lightening in the hazy dimness. Then a
gradual pinking up, Picking out silvery tints on the Crowns of cumulus
Grey billows magic into fluffy, white candy floss while
the sun greats another new day Bursting through a great globe of honey Which showers
strands of gold Across the still mirrored ocean
An intense outpouring of bright heat and colour Flood the
horizon
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