As we glide between two underwater volcanos alone in the cockpit I just listen to nature. The shshsh as the bow cuts through the water. The quiet whistle of the breeze passing though the sails. The creaking of Imagine as she rocks over the waves. With the sun lighting up the deck these are the days that makes sailing a pleasure.
Still heading to Tonga, we are being pushed north west, slightly off course. As the wind curves us more west, we will tack across and back on course.
In the galley this evening while preparing snapper (caught from the feezer this morning) for dinner I can see the blue water rushing past the galley porthole. We are all waiting for the chance to sunbathe, skinnydip, but most of all to walk along a beach and stretch our legs.
