Almost …There …..

It’s been a long time coming, this sailing thing, but we can finally see land (so to speak).  Separation anxiety settles slowly, ominously like a wet cloak about my shoulders, darkly clouding my bright outlook.  Perhaps it’s normal to feel a bit apprehensive about divesting ourselves of years of accumulated “stuff”, as we near the completed sale and transfer of our home of some thirteen years and the majority of its contents into the new owners’ eager hands.  Perhaps it’s normal to embrace a major change in one’s life with a fair amount of trepidation.   Perhaps it’s normal to take some time to regretfully allow a moment of pause to acknowledge that I never did have the courage to paint the study that magnificent shade of red.

The days flit by as household items are priced, sold and carried away.  With boxes still to be carefully packed and sealed, I seem to be frozen in a sort of limbo and I try and recapture the first moments of really falling in love with the sea.  Trying to somehow regain the sense of excitement I should be feeling,  I close my eyes and replace the harsh reality of changing worlds with salty tasting seaspray, landscapes of grassy hills and wide ribbons of busy highways boasting people and vehicles of every kind and colour with vast tracts of undulating ocean.  Grey days, sunny days, dolphins surfing the bow waves sometimes right next to the boat.  Days of dead calm just waiting for a breath of wind, having to motor to make way and days and nights of adrenaline pumping winds and waves all will blur into a life of passage making over the deep Atlantic.  Phosphorescence to mesmerize during the night watches, tracing lightning-color outlines around fish and plankton as the boat silently swishes through the black water, creating phantom shapes which will entertain the lonely watchkeeper until dawn heralds its arrival in long fingers of pinks and golds through the grey sky.

Maybe a fishing rod, trailing in the boat’s wake will suddenly squeal, announcing the possible catch of a fresh tuna on an appropriately chosen lure and the sudden heart stopping moment forces one out of the lull and languidity of being gently rocked for hours at a time.  Then thoughts of how to despatch the creature, mercifully, once landed overtake me and I remember the many advices gleaned from experienced fishermen over time.  A little alcohol poured into the gills instantly halts the flailing.  I’ve heard of a few drops of clove oil in a bucket of water works to calm the fish.  Some hardened but dedicated sushi eater recommends cutting it and hanging it up to allow it to bleed first before filleting it to ensure the cleanest taste.   I’m of the opinion that whatever you do, don’t expect me to spectate or “hold anything”.    Just present the fillets to me in the galley and keep the details to yourself.  I dare say time and a few successful fish catches will change my wimpy outlook and when that day comes I will tell the tale.

I realize that I’m thinking of sushi when there are still boxes to pack, a myriad of things to do, but, at least these temporary musings on the imminent call of the ocean have diverted my thoughts and lifted my heart sufficiently to press on.


12 thoughts on “Almost …There …..”

  1. I will make tonight a 3-beer night as I toast the start of your and Dad’s new adventure. I smile to myself as I sense the exhilarating trepidation in your words while knowing you never shy away from an adventure. What awaits you around the next corner of your lives is a healthy dose of excitement wrapped up in God’s blessings.

    1. Ha ha yes my boy! Can’t wait to show you around once you can get to where we are! You are so right about God’s perfect timing and His Graciousness. Love you ?

    1. Thank you Phil! So many things to think of once one finally makes it to the starting block, but all going forward as planned

  2. Nades I cannot believe that your dream of many years is a reality. Whew I cannot wait to follow your adventure but once all your boxes ar packed and sealed that will be a huge hurdle overcome. Love Maureen

    1. Hi Maureen so glad you made it over to the blog! Yes, once the land based necessities are over we will start to breathe

  3. So far, so good! Congratulations for the fort step!
    We are just a leg ahead, waiting for you…
    What are the plans now?
    When will you be ready to go?
    How do we get organised?
    Have you sailed Inhaca race?
    … So many questions ;-)) Looking forward to read your answers…

  4. Hi Annie very busy finalizing land-based things and possible crew to Cape but nothing cut and dried yet. Not had time to even think about the Inhaca race (think it was over the last Easter weekend?) but the watermaker needs testing which can be done on a day sail very soon.
    Looking forward as each day passes!

  5. HELLO Nadine – I am so pc challenged – I have only just managed to get onto your Blog – what a clever lady you are getting this up and running…..I am pleased to know you guys haven’t left as yet…..we still have a dinner date!! Vys byte as they say. xx

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