WINTER
Progress has slowed now. I’ve had a couple of bouts of flu. Getting cold, and the combined effects of hard sailing and living semi-homeless since May must show at some point. But I’ve not missed many sailable days – the Atlantic has simply been too angry most of the time. And the rare good days – when they come – are very short. The weak sun struggles to set up helpful breezes and a safe haven needs to be reached in good time before nightfall. All to be expected, although the combination of ill health and stalled progress does knock morale. But a break is useful too. For months now, I’ve felt that I have been living with an experience processing deficit. So much happens, and new stuff happens before the old stuff is properly dealt with. Writing this I’ve convinced myself of the benefits of a break, which I offer as evidence of the value of time for reflection! I’ll head to my home in Menorca and get strong before heading back for the next weather window. The longer I have to wait the better – the days are getting longer already.