Friday April 19th 2013
The solar panels were simply not contributing what they should – it turned out one bank of them on the port side was contributing zilch. Hours of work proved futile and it seems one of the 6 solar regulators has died for good reducing our solar power by about 40%…….that repair will have to wait until July.
Paul gets hands on with the Solar controller
Otherwise it’s a windy day that helped us decide to spend the day aboard pottering about. All around us we can hear the peeping, clicking sound of the Tropic birds and witness their increased activity throughout the morning, wheeling acrobatics overhead performing an airborne ballet in their mating frenzy, their beautiful white tails streaming behind them.
Tropic Birds Flirt Overhead
It seems that ever where Lesley goes, be it standing looking out at the new horizon or sitting quietly watching the world go by or lying down to stare at fluffy clouds, this poem comes to her mind.
Leisure
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep or cows,
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night,
No time to turn at beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait until her mouth can,
Enrich that smile here eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
By William Henry Davies
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