Liam’s Take
Didn’t move. Wind was nothing. Anchored holding fine. Swell wrapped around a bit, but I’ve slept worse in a car park in La Coruña.
Tightened the topping lift, cleaned the scuppers. Solar’s working again. One of the stern lines smells off. I’ll bleach it later.
Mam rang. Asked if we were back on dry land. I said no, just paused. She told me there were new water limits coming into effect in southern Spain. Said it’s officially the hottest July on record. I told her it felt like it.
Ryan got a weird call from a UK number saying he might be entitled to car accident compensation. He tried to explain he doesn’t own a car. They asked for the policy number anyway. He gave them the name of our first dog and hung up.
We saw a dolphin. Just one. Small. Surfaced once, then disappeared. Ryan called it anticlimactic. I said nothing.
Still can’t find the other tin of baked beans. I swear I bought two.
Ryan’s Take
Woke up late. No reason not to. No noise. No alarms. Just heat and light and a boat that wasn’t rocking much for once.
Did nothing useful. Made coffee too strong. Sat in the cockpit for two hours pretending to read something about corrosion. Mostly watched seagulls not find anything.
Liam spent the morning cleaning something that didn’t need cleaning. He gets twitchy when we’re still for too long. I get twitchy when we’re not.
Got a call from a UK number I didn’t recognise. Bloke told me I was eligible for accident-related compensation. I said I hadn’t driven since 2019. He said that didn’t matter. Asked what I’d injured. I said “trust.” He hung up.
Mam rang after. Wanted to know if the storm was “that bad.” I said it was noisy. She said Portugal was now officially under “red level heat warning” and that we should wear hats. I told her Liam doesn’t own one. She said that wasn’t surprising.
Saw a dolphin off the starboard side just after lunch. I pointed. It surfaced once, flipped sideways, then vanished. Like it clocked us and left on purpose.
Liam made lunch. Tuna and rice and silence. I tried to write something but got stuck after the second line.
We might leave tomorrow. Or not.
