Tuesday 21 July 2009

55 miles to go

First things first - Scrimshaw. Thanks to all of you for your answers. Turns out that it really is a word and Jim wasn't making it up after all.

Scrimshaw-n-1 the art or craft of fanciful designs on shells,whale's teeth, walrus tusks and the like, practised by sailors during long whaling or other voyages.In art form known as scrimshaw, a nineteenth century whaler has carved his memories on a horn cup{Macleans} 2 A shell ivory,or the like,so carved or ingraved. 3 such articles or products collectively-vt--to decorate or produce as scrimshaw.vi to do scrimshaw work.{American English; origin unknown]

Second things second - where on earth are we? 38 31.12N, 29 49.64W.


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55 miles to go .... Making about 7 knots at the moment. So we should be ashore by nightfall, eagerly seeking showers, a bar and a decent restaurant - in different order of priority depending on which one of us you ask! First though we will have to check in with Customs, so we are effectively grounded at the marina until that formality is complete. We understand from other Ostar skippers that this is quite efficient in the Azores. When you come into port you hoist a "Q" flag and the customs people come find you and take you through the paperwork. However, we will be arriving outside normal office hours so we might need to wait until tomorrow morning before we're cleared to explore.

On my morning watch I had visits from 2 separate groups of dolphins playing around the bow, as if to say "Come on little Dinah, this way, follow us ...".

Being volcanic islands the Azores are extremely tall so apparently you can see them from a very long way offshore. So all eyes are peeled now... a competition to see who will have the privilege of shouting "Land Ahoy!"

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