Cooling Off...

Friday, March 31. At sea. 23 C. Reasonable seas.  Day 87. 41 days remaining. Clocks went forward one hour today to synchronize with the Canary Islands I believe

The weather has noticeably cooled off as we head north. It is a matter of hours before we cross the imaginary line in the Latitudes called The Tropic of Cancer. Between the Tropic of Cancer in the Northern Hemisphere and its corresponding Southern counterpart, the Tropic of Capricorn, [23.4 degrees north and south of the equator is called The Tropics]. In  the navy, that is when sailors would wear their white uniforms instead of blue, or used to do that.

It was a very ordinary and relaxing day for us. A chance to squeeze into our Sea Day routine of Choir Practice for Fellette, Gym for me, [continuing to strengthen my shoulder muscles from their long inactivity since the replacement of the joints].

Before dinner we had Fellette’s friend from home, in her exercise group, in for a pre-dinner wee dram.

After dinner we went to the uppermost top deck for drinks, compliments of the Captain. ‘Out of Africa’ was the appropriate name for it. The temperature may be just a wee bit cooler than preferred but we can hack it.

A Very Good Day…

Fellette turned in another blanket today and picked up one from a lady whose hands gave out during crocheting her blanket. They were looking for someone to finish it so Fellette took on the job.

Some of our Table Mates this evening.

That is the sun in the haze of sand and moisture off  the coast of Mauritania this evening. Hard on the eyes the last day or so.

Up on the special Canopied Top Desk for an  ‘Out of Africa’ party as we sail away from the real Africa. The wind up there was crazy.  Not really our thing. It was basically a 'Suite Thing.'

Down out of the wind.