[password] rachel25
[position] 49 45.616s 074 26.864w
[status] Anchored in Caleta Nassibal, Seno Antrim
Last night it rained. This morning it rained as we raised anchor and sails. At lunchtime we were sailing with the squally winds behind us, through narrow straights with sheer rock walls stretching up to mountains which disappeared into the clouds. Coming out of the clouds and down the mountains were a thousand waterfalls, glistening white against the brown-green foliage. Occasionally we would pass their final crescendo as they burst down the rock into the strait. At lunchtime it rained. We passed penguins fishing and excited terns swooping overhead. And still it rained. We anchored in 12 metres in the centre of a tiny bay, then reversed into a narrow cut paying out 60 metres of chain. We passed our floating warps to Aleko on his paddle board, who had arrived in Beduin a few minutes earlier, and he paddled to the rock sides of the cut and tied bowlines around trees. We tensioned the lines - all still, quiet, sheltered and secure - and still it rained.
Down below now, replete with macaroni cheese, the eberspacher heater making the saloon cosy and snug, 2 candles burning low on the table, the smell of cake baking in the oven. But in the background, outside in the big wide world, it rains.
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