At the Speedwell/George/Barren group we applied that favorite tactic for sailing vessels harbor-bound by bad weather: patience.
Eventually we waited long enough. The west winds died to a whisper, and we carried on our way, unstuck.
We were bound across Falkland Sound, the body of water that separates East Falkland from West Falkland. Our destination was Albermarle, a property run by the same extended family that owns Speedwell.
We were happy to be able to carry some empty fuel barrels from one settlement to the other. The first practical thing we've ever done with the boat, I joked with the farmers. The boys found the drums to be useful for making music.
|With Tanya and Shaun and family at Albermarle|
From Albermarle we took two leisurely days to get right around the bottom of West Falkland to our local friend's island. We had good sailing winds both days, and it was a joy to not be motoring into the weather. But I was still a bit on edge about the state of our rig, with the three stranded lower shrouds. It will be a relief to finally replace that wire when we get back to Stanley.
On the second day out of Arbelmarle we came upon our local friend, completing a charter for a group of biologists on his yacht Peregrine. We had last seen Peregrine in Tasmania - a lot of sailing miles ago, let me assure you.
Our friend, Leiv, got this picture of Galactic as we were coming in towards Beaver Island, with a fresh breeze behind us and the tide full in our face.
|The jetty at Beaver Island|