The weather was a big part of our crossing from Chile to the Falklands. The biggest. We bought ourselves a little luck by leaving when we did and taking the chance to move fast when we could and found ourselves just south of a little low pressure system.
All day on the second day of the crossing we could watch the edge of the low (above). On the south side we had gentle southeasterlies, and then when the low had passed us by we finished with southwesterlies. Perfect.
Cape petrels |
Giant petrel |
Royal albatross |
Antarctic fulmar |
Royal albatross and giant petrel |
Above and below - approaching Stanley.
And below - the town itself.
And we came to rest here - tied in behind some local draggers at the Falkland Islands Company jetty, in company with a handful of yachts. The sailing scene here is about an order of magnitude smaller than the scene at the Micalvi in Puerto Williams. Plenty convivial though.
No comments:
Post a Comment