We have now been at either end of the world for three weeks, each of us with challenges to tackle. Here is our summary of week 3.
Helped by Hayden who joined Wade at Batemans Bay, Anui is making great progress and is close to Melbourne.
The guys got to Eden last Friday. Only one little hassle: a broken lazy jack (what holds the mainsail bag along the boom) which got jerry rigged back up while they were waiting for a weather window to get ‘around the corner’ into Victoria. A proper fix will happen once Wade can get to a chandlery!
A break in the weather allowed them to leave Eden on Sunday afternoon and make a run for their Melbourne goal. They timed their departure perfectly and had a relatively smooth passage even if the wind died down overnight to the point where they had to motor-sail.
They were offshore of the Gippsland Lakes early on Monday morning and kept going to Wilson’s Promontory, which they got to late in the evening, anchoring at Sealers Cove – a 30 hour passage from Eden. They had very little wind during the day. Sails went up and down but the engines stayed on most of the time.
Tuesday was a rest day at the Prom, while the strong westerlies returned briefly, but they were on the move again to Phillip Island on Wednesday. They will be hiding at Cleeland Bight for a few days as the westerlies are too strong to keep going. Getting closer to Melbourne though!
This third week has been a reasonable one in Normandy. It has been about sorting my Dad’s affairs and personal effects: what to take down to Toulouse with us, what to pack in boxes and send via courier, what to just leave behind. The residence where Dad will live is furnished so we are simply taking clothes and a few meaningful items with us. The trouble is everything you touch in the house has a story, so it is hard to make a choice. Having gone through the process of moving out of our two houses to live on our boat, I know what it takes to pack away all you have lived with for years, reduce your belongings to fit in a few boxes and close the door on your old life. But of course it is much tougher when you are elderly, very ill and change avert!
Dad has good days and bad days. When he feels OK, small outings are possible. Here are a few images from two of these, taken at Ferrière-Sur-Risle and Le Bec Hellouin.
As we get closer to our departure from Normandy, my Dad really struggles. But this period together is precious. I am the cook, the nurse, the counsellor, the cleaner and although it is very hard going at times, it is also tender and loving. We talk a lot and share a lot with one another, and that is why I came here.
Au revoir… talk to you next week.