Jasper started early the other day, and Marty and I took some days just for us. Next to some quality time with my man, I also used the moment to repaint and finally name our SweetPea. Now she is called “Little Fireman”.
On this morning, due to some conversations on the mobile with Jaspar, I decided to start the next leg, very pleasing I have to say with southern wind. Marty was still, snug as a bug in a rug, sleeping in the cabin, as the first breeze filled the sails and took us up north again.
The sun just came up, and painted the scenery into nice purple shades of light.
Wardroom became smaller and smaller behind the Little Fireman, and Triumphal was the goal to reach. The morningly wind freshened up a bit, and the water spray kept me awake. The waves and sounds of the sails and the mast, woke up my private fire fighter, so he crawled out of the sleeping bag and jumped into something not Adams costume like. Still yawning we sailed together the last part of this leg of the “around the World Tour”.
Triumphal was close, and I could feel his urge for a morning tea, and some real breakfast, just as my body craved something like that.
We set the boat ashore on the beach in Triumphal at the yacht club, and enjoyed our time together, waiting for Jaspar, because that was just the beginning today.