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No sign of Spring, as yet.  

The sea is wild with winter and the wind whips across the water.  My eyes are stinging and watery, so, even if Spring was just around the corner, I wouldn’t be able to see her.

"February made me shiver …”

Good Bye B.V.I’s.

The weather’s ultimately the boss, so we waited 2 days for a ‘weather window’, and left Tortola in the early morning.

The sea was like a pond.

But by early afternoon the wind had ideas of its own and the waves were throwing us around like a rugby ball.  As soon as we got further out to sea, we found a huge swell running.  It would rise up behind us, lift up our stern and then down we’d go — surfing!

It was hard work steering through each one.  We could not use ‘Nelson’ our auto-pilot so Robb was glued to the wheel.

The wind would gust through in squalls of up to 33 knots.   

Happy Hour only lasted 10 minutes.  

All the chips blew away.

Water, water … everywhere

I had never seen so much sea.

And sky

nor clouds

and sky

nor clouds

and sky

and sea.

This is how I like my sea — calm and flat !

The sea desires deep hulls -
It swells and rolls.
The screw churns a throb -
Driving, throbbing, progressing.
The sea rolls with love,
Surging, caressing.
Undulating its great loving belly.
The sea is big and old -
Throbbing ships scorn it.

Oily Weather by Ernest Hemingway - Paris ca. 1922

(Poetry January 1923)