And that, I fear, brings us to a pause in the proceedings. A relatively long one, at that, but enforced, for there is no diary for the next few weeks. Some of you, who have heard the story before, will know why, but in the interests of avoiding plot spoilers, I will say no more for the present… all will be revealed in time.
And in the meantime, I will do my best to fill the space with what information I can. There are a couple of letters sent home, so I will raid those, but I will need to ration these. And, fear not, in relatively short time we will be back to daily postings.
But a note on the picture. As I have observed, Val got ooff the boat very little during our time in the Galapagos, largely because she was engaged in the activity pictured: mending the sail. Very hard going, too, since sailcloth is notoriously tough (which hadn’t prevented it tearing.) Alma did some too, to be fair, but Val did the most.
Pamela J Blair
Very intriguing foreshadowing of what’s to come…I know the best stories come when something goes wrong, and I suspect that we’ll be learning what that is soon…