Live the Impulse: Two Reefs Ruddle the Stugeron Queen

Two Reefs Ruddle at the helm

Taking a break...

I swear that everytime we went on passage with my mother (a history of seasickness, feels ill in the bath) we were down to two reefs in the main on a stinky sea. The important thing is though that she survived it and seems quite happy to join us again… Thankfully in between the two uncomfortable day passages we made (Tenerife to La Gomera then La Gomera to La Palma) Old Man Sea granted us a stint of hot almost windless days allowing us to drop the hook in some lovely bays.

Home for one night.

There is nothing quite like wild anchoring, especially when you are the only boat in the cove. Days become timeless as you busy yourself with the important things in life: catching fish, preparing food, swimming, exploring, gazing at the stars, sitting still, thinking…
We had one especially good day anchored off an abandoned fish factory now inhabited by a Belgium revolutionary. I went spear fishing and caught three parrot fish which Val cleaned up and Casper cooked over the barbeque.