The white smoke from the chimney might suggest to some that we’ve elected a new pope, but no it’s just the smoke billowing from the furness. It’s a February made me shiver kind of day. The ‘snowing’ this morning was gentle and quiet, but it was rather noisy under foot as I plodded round the garden, each step an icy crunch.
It’s −5C right now and I’ve just come in from taking the photo, I need to defrost my bones.
I need to light the fire and watch the flames curl up and lick the logs.
Sometimes I wish I could just fix things, like sadness and illness. Yes, just fix them with a wave of a hand and that would be that. But sometimes the cure is not in the hand but in what it writes. Karen Blixen, the Danish woman who had a farm in Africa, wrote several shorts stories and in one, The Deluge at Nordeney, I found the answer. It’s quite simple and makes sense.
“Do you know a cure for me?”
"Why yes," he said, "I know a cure for everything. Salt water."
We left Cape Town on our sailboat Summer Love, on the Cape to Bahia Race. You can see Table Mountain below and the notorious South East wind pummelling the race banner and clouds spilling over the top like a table cloth. This is Cape Town in January. There is always wind, lots of wind, that’s why I never wore a skirt.
About 3 days out of Cape Town we found the SE Trades and although conditions were not perfect — they never are in the South Atlantic Ocean — we safely found Brazil.
This year’s race, which started on 4 January, tells a very different story.
“The ability of the SA National Defence Force (SANDF) to respond in times of emergency has yet again been ably demonstrated, this time by the Navy which at about 10am today arrived in a stormy Atlantic Ocean to assist yachts in distress on the first leg of the Cape-to-Rio race.
“There are at least two yachts in distress and another three experiencing problems,” Captain (SAN) Jaco Theunissen said.
“The yachts are approximately 120 nautical miles north-north-west of Cape Town. One, SY Bille, transmitted a Mayday using a satellite phone while the SY Ava transmitted an Emergency Position Indicating Beacon (EMIB) at 4.45pm and 4.30pm on Sunday.”
The race website reports Bille had mainsail problems and were proceeding back to Cape Town for repairs. The yacht was de-masted with serious injuries to some crew. One of the injured later died.
The first night at sea for Cape-to-Rio contenders was a stormy one with reports of 40 to 60 knot winds and swells of up to six metres.”
I named her Bluebell, because that’s where we found her, on Bluebell Road.We had been running in the forest and as we came out, there she was on her stand with a cardboard sign, “FREE”. My Ouma used to say,”Don’t look a gift-horse in the mouth,” and so I didn’t. (Even though it was a bicycle.)