Sunday November 16th started grey and wet. The morning drizzle and low clouds made everything feel soft and muted. Standing on deck, I could almost feel the memory of sunshine on my skin — a distant warmth that kept us dreaming of brighter days.
By the late afternoon, the rain had eased, and the crew’s mood lifted with it. Our first official Sunday at sea was a success. We had planned to hang some Christmas lights on the aft for our traditional 18:00 Sunday beer, but in the deepening darkness they were far too bright. A quick fix with a red flag turned them into a cozy glow, perfect for enjoying our chips under the early evening sky.
Then night fell and it was nothing short of magical. The sky is dark, but brimming with stars. The UK coastline was only a few miles away, and city lights tried to compete, but the Milky Way and countless stars were far too strong to fade.
Stepping out through the aft entrance, the Northerly breeze reminded me of its strength. Tecla was heeling slightly, so I eased the sheetsn and off she shot. In the traffic separation schemes we had turned on the engine to keep us on course while going downwind, but now we were free. Engine off, sheets out — Tecla glided smoothly through the water, averaging 7.4 knots.
Jean’s off-going watch had shared stories of shooting stars streaking across the night, and perhaps some wishes for warmth — the Northerly wind certainly brought winter with it. Still, the ship hummed with life: the scent of fresh bread will soon start, the rhythm of watches, and the quiet companionship of the crew under this infinite sky. Rena spotted our first ripe mango during the vegetable turning, and the previous watch with Tom and Jasmina made sure all our supplies and routines were back in order: cleaning schedules, snack times, and small tasks that keep life on board running smoothly.
What can I say…
All is well on board.
— Jet
