Last night a bright red moon rose behind a thin layer of clouds. Menacing looking and not at all like the pretty moon of the previous night. Sailors watch every cloud and heavenly event with suspicion; a red moon did not bode well. Mojito was far off shore, the wind building which means the swell too will built as the night progresses. I needed to find out the meaning of this red moon, to steel myself for a possible turn of events from bad to worse. So I searched the index of the weather forecasting book, no red moon mentioned. Thought about searching the index of the book “an Idiots guide to sailing” too, realized I am being silly. Okay, we have not sailed in months but this is stupid for Pete’s sake.
Mojito was shoved about like a cork, swell from all directions, typical of the Mediterranean. Climbing up steep slopes and sliding down; after pausing a second on two on the apex. Every now and again another swell will push her sideways too. By now the moon has disappeared behind a thick layer of clouds and the night pitch black. Uncomfortable, sometimes scary and down right dangerous; a roller coaster ride, might as well make a cup of tea and enjoy even though it’s cold and I felt miserable having a touch of sea sickness too. Trying to stay awake, alone, Mojito and me. Light smudging the horizon, reflected light from towns, a bright white light beam piercing the black night, a lighthouse warning of danger. Static on the radio. [Read more…]