22_08_31

Were being chased out of Curaçao.

Classic Ruffian conditions.

Sailing into the sunset.

Being pushed on our way.

Morning.

Ruffian acquires another crew member.

Such easy sailing.

Which one is Fiona’s bed? Which one is Iain’s?

And so the ‘weather’ begins.

Go offshore they said. It’ll be fun they said.

Iain’s ‘biro’ hands need a little help.

What’s that inside the bag of rice?

Is there more weather to come.

Tiny gribs over slow connections.

Iain’s usual position.

We sight some land.

Preparing for another country.

Downwind to start, upwind to finish?

That’s a lot of ‘stuff’ turned on.

A fiery sky.

Motoring into the murk.

We’re a sailing boat so we sail.

The final miles tick by.

Cartagena dominates the horizon.