Well we haven't moved very far. In fact we're right here where we were exactly a month ago, in Cooley's Landing Marina, Fort Lauderdale. The Bahamas are out there, just fifty miles across the Straits of Florida; tantalising, but still a couple of weeks away, I fear. I'm learning one of the hard facts of boating life: that 'a couple of weeks' is a very open-ended measurement of time, particularly in the vocabulary of marine mechanics and the postal service.
Still, we have been using the time productively. We've ticked off nearly all the items on the 'Safety Requirements' list for the ARC Europe rally. Our Viking liferaft has arrived and we've watched the DVD on how to deploy it. It looked like a breeze with this very competent family happily launching their raft in lovely calm blue water, then expertly setting off flares and tucking into a jolly picnic with supplies from their emergency grab bag.
Still anticipating the installation of two solar panels, which should make us pretty self-sufficient for power, and arrival of a Hydrovane self-steerer. The reviews on these are extremely positive, implying that it is almost like having an additional crew member (one who works uncomplainingly and doesn't need to be fed. One reviewer even called it 'the hand of God' - that's gotta be a recommendation.) Because of this, people say the Hydrovane should have a name - suggestions welcome.;
We have managed to have some fun while all this has been happening. Amongst our adventures: dinghying around exploring the canals; a terrific concert featuring the Four Tops and the Temptations in their current incarnations; great food, dancing and a lesson in church history at the local Greek Festival; Jazz in the Park when the whole riverfront comes alive with music; Terry has been doing the hard yards on his Beer Tour ... Apart from a couple of rainy days, the weather has been perfect. There are worse places to be stuck.