

IT has been a pretty good week full of lightish wind with fog and a few sunny days.
But most of all because I know my friends will be going back to school for their final year of hard work while I'm trying to catch fish in the Pacific. Well it's not all like that. It does have some bad points.
It was only this week that I had my first fresh-water shower since leaving.
Actually you probably wouldn't even call it a shower.
The sky started spitting so I stripped off and ventured out into the invigorating chill of the Southern Ocean winds where I sponged up, collected water caught at the back of the seats and squeezed it over me.
To say I was blue all over would be an understatement.
However, it was well worth it.
I find I seem to go through phases.
For a week or two, I will do nothing in my spare time but write different things in my scrapbook while other times I will read a book in two days.
It was last week, in one of my reading phases, that I stopped and thought to myself: "I really need some exercise" and so all of a sudden I was doing step-ups in the companion way.
Then I introduced music and found I started to almost dance up and down the steps.
And so another routine was added to my list.
I had one of my first real breakages this week as well.
The steering line coming from the windvane to the tiller broke one night.
I sensed I was off course and soon found the problem.
It was easily fixed with a knot but what I plan to do is pull the line along a couple of inches each month so that the same area isn't getting worn all the time.
